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Me And Bobby McGee (Kristofferson)

Busted flat in Baton Rouge; Headin' for the trains,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained;
Took us all the way to New Orleans,
I took my harpoon out of my dirty, red bandana
And was blowin' sad, while Bobby sang the blues;
With them windshield wipers slappin' time I's holding Bobby hands in mine
We sang every song that driver new.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free;
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
And feelin' good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul;
Through all kind of weather, everything I done,
And every night she kept me from the cold;
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for that home I hope she'll find it;
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine;

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free;
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
And feelin' good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

Na, na, na, na, na, nana...