mean的Bobby McGee

Busted flat in
Baton Rouge headin for the trains feelin nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to
New Orleans
Pulled my ol harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
Blowed it low while
Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin but its free so free
Feeling good was easy
Lord when
Bobby sang the blues
Buddy, that 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
Standin 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
Searching for the home
I hope shell find
And Id trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin her body close to mine
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin left is all she left for me for me
Feeling good was easy
Lord when
Bobby sang the blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me good enough for me and
Bobby McGee