| Lyrics: | Me and Bob
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly
faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way
to New Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandana,
I was blowin' sad
while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin'
hands,
We finally sang near ever song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to do.
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, Bobby
McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the
secrets of my soul,
standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done,
Bobby's body
kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip
away,
Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds,
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single
yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for
nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' was all she left for me.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when
Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me, Bobby
McGee.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
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, Bobby McGee |
