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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, Took us all the way to New Orleans. I pulled my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana, I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With those windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby's clappin' hand we finally Sang up every song that driver knew. Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose, And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free, Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord When Bobby sang the blues, I'm feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done And every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Looking for that home and I hope she'll finds it, I'll trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose, SongtexteAnd nothin' left was all she left for me Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord When Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me & McGee Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word For nothin' left to lose, And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord Aus Songtexte Mania