Shakin' Stevens - Me and Bobby McGee lyrics

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Artist. Shakin' Stevens

Title: Me and Bobby McGee

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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained

It rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah

Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew, yeah

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no

And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

You know, feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun

There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away

He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it

But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday

To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah

But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da

La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da

La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da

La-da-da La da-da La da-da

Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la

Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la

Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man

I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon

Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

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La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained

It rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah

Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew, yeah

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no

And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

You know, feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun

There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away

He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it

But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday

To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah

But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da

La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da

La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da

La-da-da La da-da La da-da

Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la

Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la

Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man

I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon

Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah

La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

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La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah