martes, 8 de octubre de 2019

Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
and I's feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
it rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana.
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah.
Windshield wipers slappin' time,
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine,
we sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' don't mean nothin', honey, if it ain't free, no no…
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
you know, feelin' good was good enough for me,
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun,
hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done.
hey, Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away.
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it,
but I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' that's all Bobby left me, yeah.
But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm,
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

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 da da
La da da da da da da
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, my Bobby, oh, my 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, my Bobby, oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah!

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man,
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon!
Where is Bobby now?
Where is Bobby McGee? Yeah!

La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey! Bobby McGee!

La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey! Bobby McGee, yeah!


Para quien fui en mi adolescencia, cuando la descubrí; para quien fui una noche de finales de los 80, cuando encontré en la trasnoche de canal 13 "la película de Janis"; para quien fui años después, cuando la reencontré un par de veces en el cable, cuando sus compacts fueron de los primeros que me compré; para quien soy ahora, que, después de mucho tiempo sin escucharla, ayer llegué a esta canción en Youtube (porque los compacts solo juntan polvo en el mueble) y no puedo parar de llorar a gritos. Que no salen.

(Janis Joplin * Me and Bobby McGee)

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