bobby mcgee
bowersox, crystal
busted flat in baton rouge waitin' for a train
i was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans
bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
it rode us all the way to new orleans
yeah i pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
and i was playin' soft while bobby sang the blues
windshield wipers were slappin' time
i was holdin' bobby's hand in mine
we sang every song that driver knew
freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
and feelin' good was easy
when bobby sang the blues
feelin' good was good enough for me
good enough for me and my bobby mcgee
from the kentucky coal mines to the california sun
yeah bobby shared the secrets of my soul
through all kinds of weather
oh and through everything we'd done
he kept me from the cold world
lord and one day i've been near salinas
he was lookin' for that home
cause i'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
to be holdin' bobby's body next to mine
freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
well that's all that bobby gave me
but feelin' good was easy
when bobby sang the blues
well feelin' good was good enough for me
good enough for me and my bobby mcgee