Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained And rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no 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 mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues That feelin' good was good enough for me, mmm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da La, la-la-la-da-da- Bobby McGee, oh yeah La-da-da, la-da-da, la,da-da, la,da-da La-da-da, la-da-da, la-di-da Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come on Hey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh Hey-hey-hey, Bobby McGee, Lord