Me And Bobby McGee

Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Lalala, lala lala, lala lala
Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Lalala, lala lala, lala lala

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, having for the train
Feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana,
And was browning sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With those windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby’s clappin’ hands
We finally sang, every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’, but it’s free
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
Bobby, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky, to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standing right beside the Lord, through everything I done,
Bobby McGee kept me from the cold.

And somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I 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,
Nothing left, that’s all he left me
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
Bobby, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.

Lalala, lala lala, lalala, lala
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
Lalala…