Me & Bobby Mcgee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin for the trains
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down right before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
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
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin but its free
Feelin good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my 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 shell find
And Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin Bobbys body next to mine
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin left is all she left for me
Feelin good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee