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Me & Bobby McGee - J A N I S J O P L I N
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train,
feeling nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down,
just before it rained,
road us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana,
and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the Blues.
Wind-shield wipers slapping and holding Bobby’s hand in mine.
We sang every 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 he sang the blues.
And feeling good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby Mc Gee.
From the Kentucky coal-mines to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Trough all kind of weather and everything I done,
Bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away.
He’s looking for a home and I hope he finds it
And I’d trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
to be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom‘s just another word for nothing left to lose.
Nothing . . .
these are the days of miracles and wonders - this is a long-distance call
these are the days of miracles and wonders
don’t cry baby - don’t cry - don’t cry baby don’t cry