Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat it Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains Feelin' 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 mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With those windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby's clappin' hands we finally Sang up every song that driver knew. Woe, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, Lord When Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee. From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord I let her slip away Looking for that home and I hope she'd find I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday Feelin' Bobby's body next to mine. Woe, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose Nothin' left was all she left for me Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord When Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me and by McGee. Woe, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues'