Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
He rode us all the way to New OrleansI pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knewFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues
Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McgeeFrom the Kentucky coal mines
To the California Sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything that we done
Hey, Bobby baby help me from the coldOne day up near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
Well, I'd trade all o' my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mineFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', an' that's all that Bobby left me, la da
Oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me, oo oo
Good enough for me and my Bobby McgeeLa da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeah
La da da da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeahLa da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey now, Bobby, now, now Bobby Mcgee, yeah
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby Mcgee, yeahLord, I called him my lover
I called him my man
I said I called him my lover did the best I cam, c'mon
Hey now Bobby now
Hey now Bobby Mcgee, yeahWooLa da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Hey, hey, hey Bobby Mcgee, yeah
Composição: Fred Foster / Fred L. Foster / Kris Kristofferson.
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