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to the California sun.
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down
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just before it rained,
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I was playing soft
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to New Orleans.
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And I’s feeling nearly
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It rode us all the way
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I pulled my harpoon
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out of my dirty red bandanna,
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while Bobby sang the blues.
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Windshield wipers slapping time,
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for nothing left to lose,
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And feeling good was easy,
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We sang every song
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was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
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now,now
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Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free,
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that driver knew.
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You know feeling good was good enough for me,
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Lord, when he sang the blues,
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From the Kentucky coal mines
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee