Hank Lorraine & Bullfrog - Me and Bobby McGee & Folsom Prison Blues 1974 <br /> <br />1. Me and Bobby McGee <br />(Original by Janis Joplin 1970) <br />Busted flat in baton rouge, headin for the trains, <br />Feelin nearly faded as my jeans. <br />Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rains, <br />Took us all the way to New Orleans. <br /> <br />I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana <br />And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues, <br />With them windshield wipers slappin time and <br />Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song <br />That driver knew. <br /> <br />Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose, <br />And nothin aint worth nothin but its free, <br />Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, <br />And buddy, that was good enough for you, <br />Good enough for .. <br /> <br />2. Folsom Prison Blues <br />(Original by Johnny Cash 1956) <br />I hear the train a comin' <br />It's rolling round the bend <br />And I ain't seen the sunshine <br />since I don't know when, <br />but I'm stuck in Folsom prison, <br />and time keeps draggin' on. <br />And I can hear that lonesome whistle <br />on down to San Antone. <br /> <br />When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son, <br />Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns." <br />But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. <br />And when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry. <br /> <br />(Instrumental) <br /> <br />I bet there's rich folk eatin' from a fancy dining car. <br />They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars, <br />But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, <br />And when I hear that lonesome whistle it's that tortures me. <br /> <br />(Instrumental) <br /> <br />If they freed me from this prison, and that railroad train was mine, <br />I bet him move on over a little farther down the line, <br />Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay, <br />And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away. <br /> <br />I hear the train a comin' <br />and it's rolling round the bend <br />And I ain't seen the sunshine <br />since I don't know when, <br />but I'm stuck in Folsom prison, <br />and time keeps draggin' on. <br />And I can hear that lonesome whistle <br />on down to San Antone.
