Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
She was lookin’ for the home I hope she’ll find
Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin’ Bobby’s body close to mine
Kris Kristofferson, songwriter, from the song Me and Bobby McGee, 1969, inspired by Felinni’s La Strada
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And 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
Windshield wipers slappin’ time
I’s holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, it ain’t nothin’ honey, if it ain’t free
And feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when she sang the blues
You know feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Yeah, 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 her slip away
She’s lookin’ for that home and I hope she finds it
Well, I’d trade all 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’, and that’s all that Bobby left me
Well, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when she sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
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