Me & Bobby Mcgee
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting 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 time, I 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 free, now now. And
feeling good was easy, Lord, when 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, Hey, Bobby shared the secrets
of my soul. Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we
done, Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day up 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, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah, But
feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, Hey, feeling good was
good enough for me, hmm hmm, Good enough for me and my Bobby
McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la la
Bobby McGee. La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la, Bobby McGee,
la.
La La la, la la la la la la, La La la la la la la la la, hey now
Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah. Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
na na na Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I'm calling my
lover, calling my man, I said I'm calling my lover just the best I
can, C'mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah, Lordy Lordy
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee,
Lord!
Yeah! Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy
Lord Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.
I'd like to do a song of great
social and political import. It goes like this: |