♫ Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin for a train And Is feelin near 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 playin soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin time, I was holdin Bobbys hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose Nothin, dont mean nothin hon if it aint 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 McGhee 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 Hes lookin for that home, and I hope he finds it But, Id trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday To be holdin Bobbys body next to mine Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose Nothin, thats all that Bobby left me, yeah But, feelin good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGhee La da da La da da da La da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da Bobby McGhee, yeah La da da da da da da La da da da da da da La da da da da da da Bobby McGhee, yeah La da La la da da la da da la da da La da da da da da da da da Hey, my Bobby Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Hey, my Bobby Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah Well, I call him my lover, call him my man I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, cmon Hey now, Bobby now Hey now, Bobby McGhee, yeah Woo La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGhee, yeah La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGhee, yeah ♫
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 17:41:33 +0000
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