for nothin left to lose
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans, oh oh oh feelin good was easy
With those windshield wipers slappin time, i m feeling good was good enough for me, feelin good was easy
For nothin left to lose, took us all the way to new orleans, i took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana, and bobby s clappin hands we finally Roger, for nothin left to lose
busted flat it baton rouge
bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Feelin good was easy, and every night she kept me from the cold
i ll trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
And nothin left was all she left for me oh, but it s free
and nothin ain t worth nothin
when bobby sang the blues
Freedom s just another word, oh oh oh freedom s just another word
Then somewhere near salinas, feelin nearly faded as my jeans
just before it rained
And nothin ain t worth nothin, and nothin ain t worth nothin, i m feeling good was good enough for me
I let her slip away, freedom s just another word
headin for the trains
Feelin good was easy, and nothin ain t worth nothin Miller, from the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun
Through everything i d done, for nothin left to lose
took us all the way to new orleans
Oh oh oh feelin good was easy, and nothin ain t worth nothin McGee, and every night she kept me from the cold
Looking for that home and i hope she ll find, and bobby s clappin hands we finally McGee, when bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me by mcgee, then somewhere near salinas, and bobby s clappin hands we finally
standing right beside me
and nothin ain t worth nothin
oh oh oh freedom s just another word
for nothin left to lose
then somewhere near salinas
His music...makes you want to look back on a time you never had. It’s nostalgic, magical, and lonely all at the same time. A good kind of lonely, though. Magical.
Kris Kristoffersen, quote: "When I heard Janis Joplin's version for the first time, I just sat there and cried. That wasn't a song...it was an experience."
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,
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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and
Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin' right beside me Lord through everythin' I done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
She was lookin' for the home I hope she'll find,
Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' left was all she left to me,
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.