Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And it's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana It's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' honey if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La da da, la da da da La da da da da da da La da da da la da la da Bobby McGee, yeah La da la da la da La da la da da La da la da la la Bobby McGee, yeah La da da, la da da La da da la da da La da da la da da La da da Hey, my Bobby, Lord My Bobby McGee, yeah Lo da lo da la lo da la Lo da la lo da la lo La la lo la la lo la la Hey, my Bobby, Lord My Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, I call him my lover Call him my man I said I call him my lover Did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now Hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La da la da la da la da la da La da la da la da Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! La da la da la da la da La da la da la da la Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah © COMBINE MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com