Me And Bobby McGee کے بول

Busted Flat in Baton Rouge Waitin for a train when I was feeling nearly as faded as my jeans When Bobby Thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Rode us all the way to New Orleans When i pulled My harp on out of my dirty red bandanna I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues oh the windshield wipers slappin time I was holdin Bobby's hand in Mine well we sang every song that driver knew Well Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose and nothin it aint nothing and it aint free no yeah feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues ya know feeling good was good enough for me good enough for me and my bobby mcgee from the Kentucky coal mines to the california sun well bobby shared the secrets of my soul through all kinds of weather through everything all we done well bobby baby kept me from the cold then one day near Salinas Lord I let him slip away hes a-looking for that home I hope he finds and I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday to be hold bobby's body next to mine Well Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose and nothin it aint nothing and it aint free no yeah feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues ya know feeling good was good enough for me oooh good enough for me and my bobby mcgee yeah impro....etc. na na na na na na na na na na na hey i said a Bobby McGee Yeah Whoo!