Kris Kristofferson
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
When I was feeling near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
And wrote a song on the way in to New Orleans
I pulled my harp'oon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was hold Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew.
Chorus:
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, I mean nothing hun, if ain't free
Feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mine, to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Ya Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day near Salinas, I let him slip him away
He was looking for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I would trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.
Chorus
La, la, la, la ... Bobby McGee (Ad Lib as needed)