Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin' 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 bandanna I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues Windshield whippers 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 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 My Bobby McGee Me and Bobby McGee © COMBINE MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com