| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train |
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When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained |
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And rode us all the way into New Orleans |
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I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
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I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues |
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Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine |
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We sang every song that driver knew |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free |
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And feelin' good was easy, lord, oh, when he sang the blues |
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You know feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |
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From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun |
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Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
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Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done |
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Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold |
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One day up near Salinas, lo-ord, I let him slip away |
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He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it |
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Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday |
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To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me |
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Well, feelin' good was easy, lo-o-ord, when he sang the blues |
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And feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee yeah |
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La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa |
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La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah |
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Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa |
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Laa la laa la daada Bobby McGee-ah yeah |
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La di da, ladida LA dida LA di daa, ladida LA dida LA di daa |
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Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah |
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Lo lo LO lolo LO lo laa, lololo LO lolo LO lolo LO lolo LO la laa |
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Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah |
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Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man |
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I said I called him my lover, did the best I can |
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C'mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah |
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Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh |
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Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, lord |
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