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Me and Bobby McGee
03:14
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge and headed for a train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
took us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
i was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
Bobby clappin' hands we find we sang up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me lord through evertthing ive done
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas lord, I let her slip away
Searching for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' aint worth nothin but it's free
Feelin' good was easy lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good is good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
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I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me and we'll go see
The Big Rock Kandy Mountains
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
There's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
Oh the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs, where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew, and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
As soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Kandy Mountains
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Heartaches by the Number
03:23
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heartaches by the number, troubles by the score
Every day you love me less, each day I love you more
heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting that's the day my world will end
Heartache number one was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
And heartache number two was when you came back again
You came back but never meant to stay
heartaches by the number, troubles by the score
Every day you love me less, each day I love you more
heartaches by the number, a love that I can't win
But the day that I stop counting that's the day my world will end
Heartache number three was when you called me
You said that you were coming back to stay
With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on my door
I waited but you must have lost your way
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For a backwoods gal was she
And for choppin' down a tree
She was handy with an axe and she was smart
Oh when I passed her by
When she waved and hollered "Hi"
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Well, when she promised to be mine
I cut ninety logs of pine
For a little cabin in our world apart
All our dreams were heaven bound
Till she tore that cabin down
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my hеart
She made toothpicks of the timbеr of my heart (of my heart)
Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She was tall and she was limber
And her timber she was fine
But her lips were poison oak and turpentine
She was seasoned, I was green
Yes, my darling lumber queen
Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine
Now I hang around the shack
Just a lonesome lumberjack
Might have known her heart was wooded from the start
When she snatched away her charms
There was splinters in my arms
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
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Come on over, baby
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Come on over, baby
Whole lotta chicken in the barn
Come on over
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Come on over, baby
We got chicken in the barn
Come on over, baby
We got the bull by the horns
Everything's kickin'
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
I said
Shake baby shake
Shake baby shake
Shake baby shake
Shake baby shake
Come on over baby
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Come on over baby
We got chicken in the barn
Come on over baby
And mow my lawn
Come on over baby
Better get your bull by the horn
Said shake baby shake
Shake baby shake
Shake now baby shake
Shake baby shake
Come on over baby
Whole lotta shakey goin' on
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