Me And Bobby McGee

(álbum: Grateful Dead (Skull & Roses) - 1971)

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.

I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby clapping hands,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do.
Nothing 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 coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Looking for that home, I hope she finds,
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.
Nothing was all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do.
Nothing 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.