Bobby Mcgee - Bowersox, Crystal

busted flat in baton rouge waitin' for a train, i was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans, bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, it rode us all the way to new orleans, yeah i pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana, and i was playin' soft while bobby sang the blues, yeah, windshield wipers were slappin' time, i was holdin' bobby's hand in mine, we sang every song that driver knew, freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose, nothin', don't mean nothin' hon', if it ain't free, and feelin' good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, 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, oh and through everything we'd done, yeah, hey bobby baby, he kept me from the cold world, lord and one day i've been near salinas, lord, i let him slip away, he was lookin' for that home, and i hope he finds it, cause i'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday, to be holdin' bobby's body next to mine, freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose, nothin', well that's all that bobby gave me, yeah, but feelin' good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, well feelin' good was good enough for me, mm hm, good enough for me and my bobby mcgee, my bobby mcgee, yeah, my bobby mcgee, well, i call him my lover, i call him my friend, call him my lover, did the best that i can, come on bobby now, bobby mcgee, yeah, hey, hey, hey bobby mcgee, yeah, well, i call him my lover, i call him my friend, call him my lover, did the best that i can, come on bobby now, bobby mcgee, yeah, hey, hey, hey bobby mcgee, yeah