Me and Bobby McGee
Kris Kristofferson (J Joplin arrangement)
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
I was feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained,
And it drove us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harp out of my dirty red bandana,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
2nd time: (Nothin' and that's all Bobby left for me.)
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,
2nd time: (And buddy that 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.
And every night he kept me from the cold world.
Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let him slip away,
He was lookin' for that home I hope he'd find it.
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday,
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.