Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trainFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansBobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rainedTook us all away to New OrleansI took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandannaAnd was blowin' sad while bobby sang the bluesWith those windshield wipers slappin' timeAnd Bobby clappin' hands we finally sung up every song that driver knewFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's freeFeelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulStandin' right beside me Lord through every thing I doneEvery night she kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas lord, I let her slip awayLookin' for the home, I hope she'll findAnd I've trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterdayHoldin' Bobby's body next to mineFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's freeFeelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeMe and Bobby McGeeMe and Bobby McGee
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
