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Me and Bobbie McGee
By Kris Kristofferson


Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the trains 
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobbie thumbed this diesel down just before it rained, 
Said he'd take us all the way down to New Orleans.

Took that old A harp out of my dirty red bandana
I'm blowing soft while Bobbie's humming some blues
With them windshield wipers keeping time and Bobbie clapping hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.

Chorus:
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, 
Nothing ain't worth nothing you know but it's free.
Feeling good felt so easy there when Bobbie sang those blues,
Buddy that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobbie McGee.

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun, 
Bobbie shared every secret down in the soul.
Standing right beside me, through every thing we done, 
Just felt like a body kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas, she walked away, 
Looking for that home I hope she'll find.
Yeah and I'd trade any tomorrow for one of those old yesterdays, 
Holding Bobbie's body next to mine. 

Chorus:
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, 
Nothing left was all that she left for me.
Feeling good was so easy then when Bobbie sang those blues,
Buddy that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobbie McGee.