Para días Random:
Visualizaciones de letra
17
Descubre el vibe único de «Me and Bobby McGee» — Janis Joplin. Encuentra esa línea diferente que nadie más está subiendo →
Janis Joplin
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
¿No sabes cómo explicarlo? Deja que la letra lo haga. Crea una dedicatoria original para ese momento que "no tiene nombre".
Aplicación disponible en Google Play • Descarga Segura
Esta aplicación es propiedad oficial de Tu Letra. Al descargar y utilizar esta aplicación, el usuario reconoce que está accediendo al servicio oficial proporcionado por Tu Letra y acepta cumplir con los términos y condiciones establecidos por la plataforma.
Dale tu propio significado. Captura y personaliza la letra empezando justo aquí.
Compuesta por Janis Joplin · ¿Los datos están equivocados?
Enviada por Mateo Sanchez · ¿Reportar error?
Estos enlaces dirigen a las plataformas oficiales. Al usar estos servicios, apoyas directamente a los artistas y sus regalías.
¿No sabes cómo explicarlo? Deja que la letra lo haga. Crea una dedicatoria original para ese momento que "no tiene nombre".
Aplicación disponible en Google Play • Descarga Segura
Esta aplicación es propiedad oficial de Tu Letra. Al descargar y utilizar esta aplicación, el usuario reconoce que está accediendo al servicio oficial proporcionado por Tu Letra y acepta cumplir con los términos y condiciones establecidos por la plataforma.
Jimi Hendrix
👁️ 266 vistas
Queen
👁️ 347 vistas
The Beatles
👁️ 267 vistas
Pink Floyd
👁️ 403 vistas
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
Comparte tu opinión sobre esta canción