ME AND BOBBY MCGEE


busted flat in Baton Rouge : heading for a train
feeling nearly fainted as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before the rain
took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoo out of my dirty red bandana
and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
with my dreams sent out for slapping time and Bobby clapping hands
we finally sang out all the song that driver knew

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
freedom ain't worth nothing but it's free
feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
feeling good was good enough for me
good enough for me and Bobby McGee

from the gold mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
standing right beside me Lord through everything I done
and every night she kept me from the cold
then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away
looking for the home I hope she'll find
I'd treat all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
holding Bobby's body close to mine

                                             kris kristofferson • fred foster