| Year: | 1971 |
| Rank: | 11 |
| Duration: | 4:33 |
| Views: | 19M |
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I's
feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel
down, just before it rained
It 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, yeah
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' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good
enough for me and my Bobby McGhee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of
weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby 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 of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
To be
holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But,
feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey,
feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough
for me and my Bobby McGhee
La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da
da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah
La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da
da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah
Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call
him my lover did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGhee, yeah
Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGhee, yeah
La da, la da, la
da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby
McGhee, yeah