Busted flat in baton rougewaiting for a train
And i’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to new orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping timeI was holding bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t freenow now.
And feeling good was easylordwhen he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.
From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun
Heybobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weatherthrough everything that we done
Hey bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day up near salinaslordI let him slip away
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothingthat’s all that bobby left meyeah
But feeling good was easylordwhen he sang the blues
Heyfeeling good was good enough for mehmm hmm
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.
La la lala la la lala la lala la la la
La la la la la bobby mcgee.
La la la la lala la la la la
La la la la labobby mcgeela.
La la lala la la la la la
La la la la la la la la lahey now bobby now bobby mcgee yeah.
Na na na na na na na nana na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now bobby nowbobby mcgeeyeah.
LordI’m calling my lovercalling my man
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can
C’monwhere is bobby nowwhere is bobby mcgeeyeah
Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Heyheyheybobby mcgeelord!
Yeah! whew!
Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Heyheyheybobby mcgee.
I’d like to do a song of great social and political import.
It goes like this: