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B usted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for the trains.
Feeling 'bout as faded as my j eans.
B obby flagged the diesel down just before it rained.
Took us all the way to New Orl eans.
T hen I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana.
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the b lues
W ith the windshield wipers slapping time.
And B obby's hand in mine we finally:
S ung up every song that driver k new.
F reedoms just another word for n othing left to lose.
N othing ain't worth nothing but its f ree yes it's free.
F eeling good was easy Lord while B obby sang the blues
F eeling good was good enough for me for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McG ee
F rom the coalmines in Kentucky to the California sun.
Bobby shared the secrets of my s oul
Standing right beside Lord to e verything I'd done.
A nd every night she'd keep me from the c old.
A nd the one day near Salinas Lord I let her slip away.
Looking for the home I'll hope she'll f ind.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one s ingle yesterday.
H olding Bobby's body next to m ine.
F reedoms just another word for n othing left to lose.
N othing ain't worth nothing but it's f ree but it's free.
F eeling good was easy Lord while B obby sang the blues
A nd feeling good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McG ee.