Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
\nAnd I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
\nBobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
\nIt rode us all the way to New Orleans.<\/p>\n
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
\nI was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
\nWindshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
\nWe sang every song that driver knew.<\/p>\n
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
\nNothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
\nAnd feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
\nYou know feeling good was good enough for me,
\nGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee.<\/p>\n
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
\nHey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
\nThrough all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
\nHey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.<\/p>\n
Janis Joplin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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