Вступление:
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Куплет:
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 was
holdin' Bobby's
hand in mine
We sang every
song that driver
knew
Припев:
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, oh,
when he sang the
blues
You know
feelin' good was
good enough
for me
Good enough for
me and my Bobby
McGee
Куплет:
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, lo-ord,
I let him slip
away
He's
lookin' for that
home and I hope he
finds it
Well I'd
trade all my
tomorrows for one
single yesterday
To be
holdin' Bobby's
body next to
mine
Припев:
Freedom's just
another word for
nothin' left to
lose
Nothin', and that's
all that Bobby
left me
Well,
feelin' good was
easy, lo-o-ord, when he sang the
blues
And
feelin' good was
good enough for
me
Good enough for
me and my Bobby
McGee yeah
Бридж:
La da
da, la da
daa, la da
daa da daa da
daa
La da da da daa
dadada Bobby
McGee-ah
Laa li daa da
daa daa,
la da daa da
daa
Laa la laa la
daada Bobby
McGee-ah yeah
La di
da, ladida
LA dida LA di daa,
ladida LA dida
LA di daa
Hey now
Bobby now now Bobby
McGee yeah
Lo lo
LO lolo LO lo
laa, lololo
LO lolo LO lolo
LO lolo LO la laa
Hey now
Bobby now now Bobby McGee
yeah
Припев:
Lord, I
called him my lover, I
called him my man
I said I
called him my lover, did the
best I can
C'mon,
hey now Bobby now,
hey now Bobby
McGee, yeah
Lo lo
lord, a lord, a
lord, a lord, a
lord, a lord, a
lord oh
Hey, hey,
hey, Bobby
McGee, lord
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