Me and Bobby McGee

If it sounds country, man, that's what it is

A country song

Okay

One, two, three, four

One, two, three, four

Busted flat in Baton Rouge

Headin' for the train

Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down

Just before it rained

Took us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna

I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield wipers slappin' time

And Bobby clappin' hands

We finally sang off every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

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 and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky

To the California sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

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

Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find

And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday

Holdin' Bobby's body next close to mine

Freedom's 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

Feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la, me and Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, me and Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la, me and Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la, me and Bobby McGee