One, two, one, two, three, four Well I've busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Old Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Lord took us all the way to New Orleans Pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whispers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands with mine We finally sang up ever song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me Yeah, good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul She was standin' right beside me Lord Through everything I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away Looking for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all of my tomorrows For a single yesterday Holding Bobby's body close to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me, yes it was Good enough for me and Bobby McGee, yeah Me and Bobby McGee © COMBINE MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com