Song parody of
Me and Bobby McGee
by Grateful Dead
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Busted flat in baton rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowin' sad while bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, bobby clappin' hands,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me, lord, in everything i done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, lord, i let her slip away,
Lookin' for that home, i hope she finds,
And i'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding bobby's body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' was all she left for me.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Busted flat in baton rouge, waitin' for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowin' sad while bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time, bobby clappin' hands,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me, lord, in everything i done,
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, lord, i let her slip away,
Lookin' for that home, i hope she finds,
And i'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding bobby's body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' was all she left for me.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
