Me and Bobby McGee2 - Janis Joplin

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train when I'as feelin' nearly's faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained; it rode us all the way to New Or leans.
I pulled my har poon out of my dirty red bandan na. I'as playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, ah.
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I'as holdin' Bobby's hand in mine. We sang ev'ry song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
nothin', I mean nothin', honey, 'f'it ain't free, no, no.
If 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 mines to the California sun, hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through ev'rythin' that we'd done, you, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold.
One day up near Sali nas, Lord, I let him slip away. He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it.
Well, I'd trade all of my tomor rows for one single yester day 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, yeah.
But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm hm, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La da da, la da da da. La da da, la la, la la. La la la, la la, la la la, Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la, la. La la la, la la. La, la la, la la, la, Bobby McGee, ah, yeah.
La la la, la, la la la, la la la, la la. La la la la, la la la, la la. Hey, now Bobby, Lord, now Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la la, la la. La la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la, la la. Hey, an' now Bobby, Lord, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I'm callin' my lover, callin' my man. I said, I'm callin' my lover, it's the best I can. Come on!
Ain't it Bobby, no, ain't it Bobby McGee, yeah.
La, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la. Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord.