Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headed for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of
my dirty red bandana
And I was blowin' the sand
while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield
wipers sloppin' times
And Bobby clapping hands,
we finally sang up every song
that driver knew
Freedom's just another word
for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing
but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues
And feelin' good was
good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGree
From the coal mine of Kentucky
to the California sun
Bobby shared the secret of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord
Through everything I've done
And every night she kept
me from the cold
Then somewhere near St. Lena's Lord
I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
And I trade all of my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holdin' Bob his body next to mine
Freedom just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord,
but Bobby sang the blues
And buddy,
that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and
Bobby McGee
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