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Me and Bobby McGee (Kris Kristofferson)

Busted flat in 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandana and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up
every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose,
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free,
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, every night she kept me from the cold,
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I've let her slip away, lookin' for a home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose,
Nothing left was all she left for me,
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And, buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.