| Busted flat it baton rouge, headin' for the trains
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| Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
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| Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
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| Took us all the way to new orleans.
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| I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
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| I was playin' sad while bobby sang the blues
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| With those windshield wipers slappin' time
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| And bobby’s clappin' hands we finally
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| Sang up every song that driver knew.
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| Oh oh oh freedom’s just another word
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| For nothin' left to lose
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| And nothin' ain’t worth nothin', but it’s free
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| Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, lord
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| When bobby sang the blues
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| I’m feeling good was good enough for me, bobby mcgee.
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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’d done
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| And every night she kept me from the cold
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| Then somewhere near salinas, lord
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| I let her slip away
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| Looking for that home and I hope she’ll find
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| I’ll trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
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| Holdin' bobby’s body next to mine.
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| Oh, oh, oh, freedom’s just another word
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| For nothin' left to lose
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| And nothin' left was all she left for me Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, lord
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| When bobby sang the blues
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| Feeling good was good enough for me & by mcgee.
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| Oh, oh, oh, freedom’s just another word
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| For nothin' left to lose
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| And nothin' ain’t worth nothin', but it’s free
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| Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, lord |