Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the trains
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time and
Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
And nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me through everything I done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
She was looking for the love I hope she’ll find
Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby’s body close to mine