Bobby McGhee
Kriss Krisstofferson - also by Janis Joplin

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for the train
Feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled out my harpoon from my dirty red bandanna
And was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues
Windshoe whipers slapped in time
I was holding Bobby's hands in mine
We sang every song that drivers knew

  Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
  Nothing ain’t will nothing, but it’s free
  Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, and Bobby sang the blues
  Good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGhee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord, ev’rything I’ve done
Ev’ry night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salines, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

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