Me And Bobby McGee - Graham Blvd.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for the train
And I was feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Rode us all the way to New Orleans
But I pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
Now
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't nothin' but it's free
Well feelin' good was easy,
Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me
My Bobby McGee,
From Kentucky coal mines
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather,
Through everything we done
Bobby baby help me from the cold world
One day up near Salinas Lord,
I let him, slip away.
He's lookin' for that home,
And I hope he finds it.
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows,
For one single, yesterday,
To be holdin
Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for,
Nothin' left to lose.
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me,
But 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 McGee.
La la la, la la la la,
La la la, la la, la la.
La la la la la la,
Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la la,
La la la la la.
La la la la la la,
Bobby McGee, yeah.
La La la, la la la,
La la la, la la la.
La la la, la la la,
La la la,
Ain't no bumpin' on my 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 la
Ain't no bumpin' on my Bobby McGee, yeah.
Well I called him my lover,
I called him my man
I said I called him my lover
Did the best I can
Come on, hey now Bobby now,
Hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo lo Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord,
A Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, oh