Текст: Kris Kristofferson. Live At The Philharmonic. Me And Bobby Mcgee.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the train
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slappin' time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally
Sang up ever song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
And feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

[ harmonica ]
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word...
La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee
La la la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee
La la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee
La la la la la la la la me and Bobby McGee