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If Wishes were horses then beggars would ride
On clouds of white stallions with b ight fiery eyes
Chasing stars into corners of yesterdays skies
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Like a leaf caught in the wind he drifted a while
With no purpose or direction too his life
He tried to get himself together and pacify his mind
And forget about the things he left behind.
The cryin' woman standing helpless in his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book laying torn up on the floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her wrong.
A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down
And all week long he's tried to call her but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain.
He sits down in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hand he deposits his last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time.
Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man.
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man...
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I've spent my life looking for you
Finding my way wasn't easy to do
But I knew there was you all the while
And it's been worth every mile.
Lay down beside me and love me and hide me
Kiss all the hurting of this world away
Hold me so close that I'll feel your heartbeat
And don't ever wander away.
Mornings and evenings all were the same
And there was no music 'til I heard your name
But I knew when I saw you smile
Now I can rest for a while.
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Busted flat it 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 mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby's clappin' hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let her slip away
Looking for that home and I hope she'd find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Feelin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left was all she left for me
Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me and by McGee.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues'
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The wages of an unskilled
Working man never paid enough
From time to time a nickel on a race
Keeps him from giving up.
A blue collared man in Seattle
Never lives on white collared street
But there was food on the table
For my Washington woman and me.
The work slowed down and the one day
The foreman laid me off
That night in a tavern down on my last dime
I met a girl from Arkansas.
Her daddy was a banker in Little Rock
She had a mansion on white collared street
The next morning my Washington woman
Woke up without me.
From city to city, and state to state
I get her in shame
My Washington woman had six months left
Before out child would bring her pain.
That Arkansas woman hurt me
As we crossed the Arkansas line
But the arms of Seattle
Are the arms that kept huggin' mine.
For year I have basked in expensive wines
Taste champagne every day
I gave up all the things I loved
For all these things I hate.
I locked up all of her forgiveness
The day I set myself free
And the heart of my Washington woman
Stopped beating for me.
My Washington woman sends me a letter
Every once in a while
Inside a folded wordless page
Is a picture of my child
All but words, the room grows cold
With a feeling of jealousy
And there's a silence between
My Arkansas woman and me...
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Poem for my little lady
She's young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
than a guitar picking drifter
who never gave a damn.
And if loving me is all
she ever wants some gonna let her
And I've tried to be kind of man
She thinks I am.
She makes those little kitten sounds
and ( that ) trembles when I love her
she makes me feel so bad and strong in me
She whispers how she can not wait
to be my baby's mother
She's the only glimpse of God
I've ever seen.
Her mama sure had warned her
Never take out with a poet
For poets travel rocky roads
In search of truth and life.
I'm the only blemish on
Her virgin soul but she don't know it
and I thank the Lord she's lying gentle
by my side tonight.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
I thank god she's lying gentle, by my side tonight
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