Me And Bobby McGee

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 blowin` 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 nothin` left to lose,

Nothin` ain`t worth nothin` but it`s free,

Feelin` good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,

feelin` 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 everythin` I done,

every night she kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,

lookin` for the 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 nothin` left to lose,

nothin` left was all she left to me,

Feelin` good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,

buddy, that was good enough for me.

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

• Two-Lane Blacktop (1971)

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