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Bobby Mcgee (Janis Joplin)

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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
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feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed
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a diesel down just before it rained Rode us all
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the way to New Orleans. I pulled my
harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was
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playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues.
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Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin'
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Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that
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driver knew.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to
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lose, Nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't
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free. Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he
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sang the blues. Feelin' good was good enough for
     
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me, Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
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From the Kentucky coal mines to the California
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sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
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Through all kinds of weather, through everything
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we done, Hey, Bobby's body kept me from the
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cold. One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let
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him slip away, He's lookin' for that home and I
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hope he finds it. But I'd trade all my tomorrows
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for one single yesterday, To be holdin' Bobby's
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body next to mine.
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to
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lose, And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's
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free. And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when
     
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Bobby sang the blues, And feelin' good was good
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enough for me Oh, good enough for me and my
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Bobby McGee.

Bobby Mcgee (Janis Joplin)                            Bobby McGee.                                      
                                                                                                        
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train                                                         
feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed                                                         
a diesel down just before it rained Rode us all                                                         
the way to New Orleans.   I pulled my                                                                   
harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was                                                              
playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues.                                                                
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin'                                                          
Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that                                                            
driver knew.                                                                                            
                                                                                                        
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to                                                         
lose, Nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't                                                            
free.   Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he                                                            
sang the blues. Feelin' good was good enough for                                                        
me,  Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.                                                                
                                                                                                        
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California                                                          
sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.                                                               
Through all kinds of weather, through everything                                                        
we done, Hey, Bobby's body kept me from the                                                             
cold.   One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let                                                            
him slip away, He's lookin' for that home and I                                                         
hope he finds it. But I'd trade all my tomorrows                                                        
for one single yesterday, To be holdin' Bobby's                                                         
body next to mine.                                                                                      
                                                                                                        
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to                                                         
lose, And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's                                                         
free. And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when                                                             
Bobby sang the blues, And feelin' good was good                                                         
enough for me  Oh, good enough for me and my