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   alles-uke.de