suziebrok

my mixed up world
2001-07-09 19:00:34 (UTC)

Will I lose him?

Busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for a train and I's
feeling nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a desile
down just before it rained. And it rode us all the way to
New Orleans. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red
bandanna. I's playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windsheild wipers slappin time I's holding Bobby's hand in
mine. And we sang every song that driver knew. Freedom is
just another word for nothing left to lose. Nothing it'll
be nothing hunny if it ain't free. Feeling good was easy
Lord when he sang the blues. Feeling 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 oh near Saline Lord I let him slip away.
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it. But I'd
trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday. To be hold
Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom is just another word for
nothing left to lose. Nothing and that's all that Bobby
left me. Feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues.
You know feeling good was good enough for me. Good enough
for me and my Bobby McGee.

~Janis Joplin