All fingers and thumbs

Me and Bobby

"Resurrection Jukebox"  [E]

Me and Bobby Mc Gee (1971) by Janis Joplin (1943-1970)
Cover, written by Kris Kristofferson

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's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

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, 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
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, Lord, 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

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me
Well, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah

La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah
La li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
La 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
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

Me and Bobby

Busted, waitin'
feelin' as faded as my jeans
before it rained
I pulled my dirty red
while Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slappin'
that driver knew

Freedom's for nothin'
Nothin', if it ain't free
Feelin' good when he sang the blues
good enough for me and Bobby, gee

From Kentucky to California
Yeah, the secrets of my soul
All kinds of weather
everything kept me from the cold

One day I slip away
looking, I hope
Well, all my tomorrows
for one single to be holdin'

next to

Freedom, just for nothin'
That's all that left
was easy
when he sang the blues
Feelin' good
Good enough for me and Bobby, yeah

La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
La da da da daa dadada
La li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
La la laa la daada
ah yeah
La di da, ladida LA dida LA di daa, ladida LA dida LA di daa

Hey now Bobby now now Bobby yeah
Lo lo LO lolo LO lo laa, lololo LO lolo LO lolo LO lolo LO la laa
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby yeah
oh hey, hey, hey, Bobby

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