Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train
I'm feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to new orleans
I pulles my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding bobby's
Hand in mine
We sang every song the driver new
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to , lose
Nothing don't mean nothing honey it ain't free now
And feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee
From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun
Hey, bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Though all kinds of weather,
Though everything what we've done
Hey, bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near salinas, lord, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home and I hope he find it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one singel yesterday
To be holding bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to, lose
Nothing, that's all that bobby left me, yeah
But feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee
Lalala lalalalala lalala lalalalala lalala lala...
I'm calling my lover, calling my man
I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can
C?mon, where is bobby now, where is bobby mcgee
Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson, Fred L Foster
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