Kenny Rogers

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. 

I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandanna,
I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues. 
With those windshield wipers slapping time and Bobby's clapping hands, 
We finally sang up every song the driver knew. 

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free* 
[Nothing left is all she left for me]**  
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. 
Feeling good was good enough for me - and Bobby McGee. 

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, 
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. 
Standin' right beside me, Lord, in everything I'd done 
And ev'ery night she kept me from the cold. 

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, 
Looking for the home I hope she'll find, 
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday 
Holding Bobby's body next to mine. 



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