Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
 When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
 Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
 And rode us all the way into New Orleans
 I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
 I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
 Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
 We sang every song that driver knew
 Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
 Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no
 And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
 You know feelin' good was good enough for me
 Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
 
 From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
 There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
 Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
 Yeah, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold
 One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
 He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
 But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday
 To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
 Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
 Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
 But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
 That feelin' good was good enough for me, mmm-hmm
 Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
 La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da
 La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah
 La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
 La, la-la-la-da-da- Bobby McGee, oh yeah
 La-da-da, la-da-da, la,da-da, la,da-da
 La-da-da, la-da-da, la-di-da
 Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah
 Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
 Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah
 Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man
 I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come on
 Hey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
 Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh
 Hey-hey-hey, Bobby McGee, Lord