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 into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon Out of my dirty red bandana And 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 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 mines To the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather Through everything that wed done Yeah, Bobby baby, he kept me from the cold world One day up near Salinas, Lord I let him slip away He was lookin for that home, and I hope he finds it But, Id trade all of my tomorrows For one 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 I said, feelin good was good enough for me, mm hm Its good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La da da La da da da La da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da Bobby McGee, yeah La da da da da da da La da da da da da da La da da da da da da Bobby McGee, yeah La da La la da da la da da la da da La da da da da da da da da Bobby McGee, yeah La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Hey, now Bobby Oh 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, i said cmon Bobby now Hey now Bobby Mcgee, yeah Woo La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah [instrumental] la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 09:25:37 +0000