Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin for a train
And Is feelin near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin time, I was holdin Bobbys hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin, dont mean nothin hon if it aint 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
Hes lookin for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, Id trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
To be holdin Bobbys body next to mine
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin, thats all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
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Bobby McGee, yeah
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Bobby McGee, yeah
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Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
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Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, cmon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah
Woo
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Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah