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Busted flat in |
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Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train |
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Feeling nearly faded as my jeans |
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Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained |
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Took us all the way to |
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New Orleans |
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I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna |
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I was blowin' sad while |
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Bobby sang the blues |
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With them windshield wipers slappin' time and |
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Bobby clappin' hands |
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We finally sang every song that driver knew |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do |
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Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free |
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Feelin' good was easy, |
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Lord, when |
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Bobby sang the blues |
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Feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me, |
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Bobby McGee |
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From the coal mines of |
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Kentucky to the |
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California sun |
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Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
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Standing right beside me, |
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Lord, in everything |
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I doneBobby's body kept me from the cold |
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Then somewhere near |
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Salinas, Lord, |
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I let her slip away |
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Lookin' for that home, |
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I hope she finds |
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And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday |
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Holding Bobby's body close to mine |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin' was all she left for me |
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Feelin' good was easy, |
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Lord, when |
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Bobby sang the blues |
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Feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me, |
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Bobby McGee |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin' was all she left for me |
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Feelin' good was easy, |
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Lord, when |
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Bobby sang the blues |
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Feelin' good was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me, |
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Bobby McGee |
