歌曲 | Me and Bobby McGee |
歌手 | LeAnn Rimes |
专辑 | LeAnn Rimes |
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge | |
Waitin' for a train | |
When I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans | |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down | |
Just before it rained | |
That rode us all away to New Orleans | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana | |
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues | |
Windshield wipers slappin' time | |
I was holding 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 | |
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
You know feeling good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee | |
From the Kentucky coalmines | |
To the California sun | |
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul | |
Through all kinds of weather | |
Through every thing that we done | |
Yeah Bobby baby, kept me from the cold | |
One day up near Salinas, Lord | |
I let him slip away | |
He's looking for that home | |
And I hope he finds it | |
Well 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 | |
But feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |
Busted flat in Baton Rouge | |
Waitin' for a train | |
When I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans | |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down | |
Just before it rained | |
That rode us all away to New Orleans | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana | |
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues | |
Windshield wipers slappin' time | |
I was holding 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 | |
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
You know feeling good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee | |
From the Kentucky coalmines | |
To the California sun | |
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul | |
Through all kinds of weather | |
Through every thing that we done | |
Yeah Bobby baby, kept me from the cold | |
One day up near Salinas, Lord | |
I let him slip away | |
He' s looking for that home | |
And I hope he finds it | |
Well 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 | |
But feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |
Busted flat in Baton Rouge | |
Waitin' for a train | |
When I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans | |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down | |
Just before it rained | |
That rode us all away to New Orleans | |
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana | |
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues | |
Windshield wipers slappin' time | |
I was holding 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 | |
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
You know feeling good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee | |
From the Kentucky coalmines | |
To the California sun | |
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul | |
Through all kinds of weather | |
Through every thing that we done | |
Yeah Bobby baby, kept me from the cold | |
One day up near Salinas, Lord | |
I let him slip away | |
He' s looking for that home | |
And I hope he finds it | |
Well 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 | |
But feelin' good was easy Lord | |
When he sang the blues | |
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me | |
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee |