Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge

waiting for a train,

when I's feelin' as fadded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down

just before it rained

It rode us all the way from New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out my dirty red bandanna

I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues

winsheild wipers slappin' time

I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

and we sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word

for nothing left to loose

well nothing ain't nothing hun if it ain't free (da da)

and feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues

feeling good was good enough for me (da da)

good enough ffor me and my Bobby MCGee

From the Kentucky cold mines

to the California Sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

through all kinds of weather,

through everything we'd done

My Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold

one day a misleading lord

I let him slip away

he's looking for that home

and I hope he finds it

well I'd trade enough tomorrows for one single yesterday

to be holding Bobby's body next to mine

freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose

now nothing, well that's all that Bobby left me

well feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues

feeling good was good enough for me good enough for me mm hmm and my Bobby MCGee la da da da da (ect) my Bobby McGee la da da da da ect

hey don't boss my Bobby MCGee

Oh I call him my lover, I call him my man, I'll call him my lover, do the best I can c'mon and my Bobby oh and my Bobby, Bobby McGee lo la lola lo

hey hey hey Bobby McGee