Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Kris Kristofferson
4:31If it sounds country, man, that's what it is A country song Okay One, two, three, four One, two, three, four Busted flat in Baton Rouge Headin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands We finally sang off every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose 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 Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next close to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' left is 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 La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la, me and Bobby McGee La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, me and Bobby McGee La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la, me and Bobby McGee La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, me and Bobby McGee