Busted flat in Baton rouge, headin' for the trainFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansBobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rainedTook us all the way to New OrleansI took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandannaI was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the bluesWith them windshield wipers slappin' timeAnd Bobby clappin' handsWe finally sang up every song that driver knewFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseAnd nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's freeFeelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesBuddy, that was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulStandin' right beside me through everything I've doneAnd every night he kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas I let him slip awayLookin' for the home I hope he'll findAnd I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterdayHoldin' Bobby's body next to mineFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' left is all he left me, yeahFeelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesBuddy, that was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeEnough for me and Bobby McGeeGood enough for me and my Bobby McGeeFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseAnd nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's freeFeelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesBuddy, that was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulStandin' right beside me through everything I've doneAnd every night he kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas I let him slip awayLookin' for the home I hope he'll findAnd I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterdayHoldin' Bobby's body next to mineFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' left is all he left meFeelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesBuddy, that was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeEnough for me and Bobby McGeeGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeahI let him slip away lookin' for the home I hope he findsEnough for me and my Bobby McGeeGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeahGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
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Charley Frank Pride (Sledge, Misisipi; 18 de marzo de 1934-Dallas, Texas; 12 de diciembre de 2020) fue un cantante, músico y beisbolista profesional estadounidense.
== Biografía ==
Su época musical de mayor reconocimiento se dio a mediados de la década de…
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