Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for the trains
Feeling 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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield whipers slapping time
Holding Bobby's hand in mine

We sang up ever song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
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 coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared all the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Lord, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas
Lord, I let him slip away
He's a looking for a home I hope he'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
A holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word...
Mhmm mhmm mhm
My Bobby McGee
Mhmm mhmm mhm
Me and Bobby McGee