Me and Bobby McGee

Kris Kristofferson

 Busted flat in Baton Rouge and heading for the train 
feeling nearly faded as my jeans 
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained 
took us all the way to New Orleans 

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna 
and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues 
windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby’s clapping hands 
we finally sang up every song that driver knew 

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the Blues
Feeling 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 
Standing right beside me Lord through everything I done 
Every night she kept me from the cold 

Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away 
searching for the home I hope she’ll find 
And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday 
holding Bobby’s body next to mine 

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the Blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Posted in 2017 Spring, cfa.

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