![]() Feelin' good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues, And feelin' good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.įreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, Nothin' left is all she left for me. Then one night in Salinas, lord I let her slip away, Lookin' for that home I hope she finds. Standin' right beside me lord though everything I done, And every night she kept me from the cold. Feelin' good was easy, lord when Bobby sang the blues, And feelin' good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGeeįrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. With then windshield wipers slappin time, and Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew,įreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues. ![]() ![]() All of the albums contents had in fact been previously issued by Decca earlier in 1955 on the album Shake, Rattle and Roll. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, Just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans. And wed come to play and not just for the ride Well, we drank a lot of whiskey So I dont know if we went on that night at all But I dont think they even missed us I guess Buffalo aint geared. Rock Around the Clock is the third album of rock and roll music by Bill Haley and His Comets.Released by Decca Records in December 1955 it was, like the two albums that preceded it, a compilation album of previously issued singles. I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans. Está buscando esa casa y espero que la encuentre.Busted flat in Baton Rouge, Headed for the trains. Saqué mi arpón Fuera de mi pañuelo rojo sucio Estaba jugando suave mientras Bobby cantaba blues Limpiaparabrisas golpeando el tiempo Estaba sosteniendo Bobby's entregue la mía Cantamos todas las canciones que el conductor sabíaįreedom es solo otra palabra para que no quede nada que perder Nada, quiero decir, nada si no es gratis Sí, sentirse bien fue fácil Señor, cuando cantó el blues Sí, sentirse bien fue lo suficientemente bueno para mí Lo suficientemente bueno para mí y mi Bobby Mcgeeĭesde las minas de carbón de Kentucky Al sol de California Sí, Bobby compartió los secretos de mi alma A través de todo tipo de clima A través de todo lo que hicimos Hola, Bobby bebé, ayúdame del frío br> Un día, cerca de Salinas, Señor. La da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da Hey, hey, hey Bobby Mcgee, yeahĭestrozado en Baton Rouge Esperando un tren Cuando me siento tan desvanecido como mis jeans Bobby apretó un diésel justo antes de que lloviera Nos montó todo el camino a Nueva Orleans Lord, I called him my lover I called him my man I said I called him my lover did the best I cam, c'mon Hey now Bobby now Hey now Bobby Mcgee, yeah La da La la da da la da da la da da La da da da da da da da da Hey now, Bobby, now, now Bobby Mcgee, yeah La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Hey now Bobby now now Bobby Mcgee, yeah La da da La da da da La da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeah La da da da da da da La da da da da La da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeah One day up near Salinas, Lord I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it Well, I'd trade all o' my tomorrows For one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mineįreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', an' that's all that Bobby left me, la da Oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me, oo oo Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee I pulled my harpoon Out of my dirty red bandana I was playin' soft while Bobby sang blues Windshield wipers slappin' time I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knewįreedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgeeįrom the Kentucky coal mines To the California Sun Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather Through everything that we done Hey, Bobby baby help me from the cold ![]() Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waitin' for a train When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained He rode us all the way to New Orleans
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