Me And Bobby Mcgee

<br>must`ve flattened baton rouge<br>waitin` for a train<br>when i was feelin` near as faded as my jeans<br>well,bobby thumbed the diesel down<br>just before it rained<br>rode us all the way to new orleans<br>well i pulled my harpoon, outta my dirty red bandana<br>i`s playing soft while bobby sang the blues<br>windshield wipers slappin` time, i`s holdin` bobby`s hand and mine<br>we sang ever song that driver knew<br>freedom`s just another word, for nothin` left to lose<br>yeah, nothing, and i know, i know that it ain`t free<br>yeah, feelin` good was easy, oh yeah, i really sang the blues<br>you know feelin` good was good enough for me<br>good enough for me and my bobby mcgee<br>from the ken-tucky coal mine, to the california sun<br>bobby shared the secrets of my sole<br>through all kinds of weather<br>through everything that we had done<br>yeah bobby baby, kept me from the cold<br>now one day near salina, i let him slip away<br>he`s lookin` for that home that i hope he finds<br>yeah i`ll trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday<br>to be holdin` bobby`s body next to mine<br>yeah freedom`s just another word, for nothin` left to lose<br>yeah, nothing, and i know, i know that it ain`t free<br>yeah, feelin` good was easy, oh yeah, i really sang the blues<br>you know feelin` good was good enough for me<br>good enough for me and my bobby mcgee<br>la da da.....(fading out).....