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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

And rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no

And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

You know feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun

There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away

He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it

But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday

To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah

But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

That feelin' good was good enough for me, mmm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da

La, la-la-la-da-da- Bobby McGee, oh yeah

La-da-da, la-da-da, la,da-da, la,da-da

La-da-da, la-da-da, la-di-da

Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah

Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man

I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come on

Hey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh

Hey-hey-hey, Bobby McGee, Lord

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