Me And Bobby McGee sing and play along

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, the waitin' for a train,

when I's feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down through just before it rained,

and rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty,

red bandanna.

I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues.

With them windshield of wipers slappin' time I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine;

be we sang ev'ry song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.

Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.

Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when

Bobby sang the blues.

And feelin' good was good enough for me,

good enough for me and Bobby Mc Gee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,

when I's Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.

Standin' right beside me, Lord, through ev'rything I done,

and ev'ry night he kept me from the cold.

One day anear Saas, Lord, I let him slip away.

na. I He's lookin' for that home I hope he'll find.

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday in to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.

Nothin' left is all he left for me.

Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when

Bobby sang the blues.

And buddy, that was good enough for me,

good enough for me and Bobby Mc Gee.

From the Gee.