| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train
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| Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
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| Bobby thumbed a deisel down, just before it rained
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| Took us all the way to New Orleans
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| I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
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| I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
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| With them windshield wipers slappin' time, and Bobby clapping hands with mine
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| We sang up every song that driver knew
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| Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
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| Nothing ain’t worth nothing, but It’s free
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| Feeling good was easy lord when Bobby sang the blues
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| Feelin' good was good enough for me
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| Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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| Break
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| From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
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| Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
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| Standing right beside me lord through everything I done
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| Every night she kept me from the cold
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| Then somewhere near Salinas lord I let her slip away
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| Looking for the home I hope she’ll find
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| And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
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| Holding Bobby’s body next to mine
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| Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
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| Nothing ain’t worth nothing, but It’s free
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| Feeling good was easy lord when Bobby sang the blues
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| Feelin' good was good enough for me
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| Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |