' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee Me and Bobby McGee Me and Bobby
Darkness had us covered when we split From Minnesota in the morning in the rain Black as I was feeling and the street Was slick and shiny as a snake
' songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of you and me 'Cause the world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find But it wasn't near as lonesome
Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun That brought a new betrayal every day He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues
for you It hurts to see the hurt beneath your laughter And your lies And try in vain to feel the painful secret Locked behind your eyes And I can't
Lord, ain't it a shame? Grieving together Sharing the blame But when she was dying Lord, we let her down There's no use cryin' It can't help her now
and I dig Johnny Cash And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash Hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass And if you don't like
her, take her easy Treat her gentle, she used to love me See the little girl lost, pleading silently for help Knowing no one understands her, she don't
Just let me go on loving and believing 'Till it's over Please don't tell me how the story ends Please don't tell me how the story ends
save could be your own Albert Abernathy never spent a foolish dime Rising at the crack of dawn and working overtime Though he never told me how much
Take me home to something's Gonna smile at me again I said, take me home to something's Gonna smile at me again Take me home to something's Gonna smile
home or leave her alone - The lady's not for sale, She ain't ashamed to show her soul; She'll sell it for a song. But free don't mean she's easy Or
I heard the front door closing softly As I wakened from my sleep With the last touch of her kips, Lord Like a whisper on my cheek And I cursed the sun
Well, she didn't look as pretty as some others I have known And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone But she had a way of making me believe
home Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays Settin' in a park alone So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong Tell