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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, I headed for the trains |
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Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down, well just before it rained |
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Took us all the way to New Orleans |
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I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna |
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And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues |
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And with the windshield whippers slappin' time |
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And Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew |
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
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Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free |
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Now feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues |
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And buddy that was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun |
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Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
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Standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done |
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And every night she kept me from the cold |
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Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away |
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Looking for the home I hope she'll find |
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And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday |
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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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And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free |
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And feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues |
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And buddy that was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
