Me and my Bobby mcGee |
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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 |
He rode us all the way to New Orleans |
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I pulled my harpoon |
Out of my dirty red bandana |
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang blues |
Windshield wipers slappin' time |
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine |
We sang every song that driver knew |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. |
Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free |
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues |
Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me |
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee |
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From the Kentucky coal mines |
To the California sun |
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
Through all kinds of weather |
Through everything that we done |
Hey, Bobby baby kept me from the cold |
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One day up near Salinas, Lord |
I let him slip away |
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it |
Well, I'd trade all o' my tomorrows |
For one single yesterday |
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. |
Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free |
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues |
Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me |
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee |
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