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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