Must've flattered
I was riding bad in 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With a windshield wiper slapping time and Bobby
clapping hands,
we finally sung up
every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for
nothing left to lose,
and nothing ain't worth nothing but
it's free Feeling good was easy,
Lord,
when Bobby sang
the blues,
buddy that was
good enough for me,
good enough for me and 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'd done,
and every night he kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas,
Lord,
I let him slip away,
looking for the home I hope he'll find
I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
and nothing left is all he left for me
Feeling good was easy,
Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues,
buddy that was good enough for me,
good enough for me and Bobby McGee