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Busted flat in Baton Rouge and headin' for the trains |
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Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down 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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I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues |
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With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands |
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We finally sang up every song that driver knew, didn't we [Incomprehensible] |
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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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Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues |
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Feelin' good 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've done |
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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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Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find |
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And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday |
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Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose |
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Nothin' left is all she left for me |
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Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues |
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Buddy, that was good enough for me |
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Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |
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La la la |
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Me and Bobby McGee |