@SONG: Me and Bobby McGee
@ARTIST: Kris Kristofferson

Busted flat in Baton Rouge watin' for a train
Well I was feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
that rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty, red bandana
and I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't free
Yea and feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby 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
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather and through everything that we done
I said Bobby baby, he kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He was lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word...

Hell I'd call him my lover, I'd call him my man
I'd call him my lover, I'd do the best I can
I said now c'mon Bobby, Lord, c'mon Bobby McGee