Me And Bobbie McGee
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the train, feeling nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobbie thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, took us all away to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
and was blowing sad while Bobbie sang the blues
with those windshield wipers slapping time and Bobbie clapping hands,
we finally sung up 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 Bobbie sang the blues,
feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobbie McGee.
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobbie shared the secrets of my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through every thing 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 give all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, holding Bobbie's body close to mine.
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 Bobbie sang the blues,
feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobbie McGee.
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