Me and Bobby McGee
Kris Kristofferson (Grateful Dead arrangement)
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting on the train,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, and Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang near every song that driver knew.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
(Nothin' was all she left for me.) 2nd time
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me Lord, through everything I've done.
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away,
Lookin' for that home I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.