You ever get a tune stuck in your head, one that comes around like a merry go round, and you can’t shake it?
Please don’t come at me with Baby Shark.
For me, lately, it’s been “Me and Bobby McGee.” I don’t know why, but it started with me humming its most famous line, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”
Wow.
As you may know, it was written by Kris Kristofferson, now 84, whose early interests were in writing, and who was a Rhodes scholar.
He wrote the song on assignment, the catch being Bobby was female, and Roger Miller was the first artist to record it.
But the version everyone remembers was by Janis Joplin, who had dated Kristofferson for a time. Her version was released after her death, and it was her version that keeps playing in my mind.
But as I tried to sing it, I realized I didn’t know all the words, couldn’t really hear them all, the bluesy way Janis sang it. It was only after I downloaded the lyrics that I could see Kris’ genius with the idiom, the vernacular of the people in the song. Note especially the use of “I’s.” (You may sing along.)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I’s playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin’ time
I’s holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, it ain’t nothin’ honey, if it ain’t free
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 mines to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, 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
Well, I’d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left me
Well, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah
La li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
La la laa la daada Bobby McGee-ah yeah
La di da, ladida la dida la di daa, ladida la dida la di daa
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lolo lo lo laa, lololo lo lolo lo lolo lo lolo lo la laa
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
C’mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo lo Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord
I have no idea if the last couple of stanzas were written or riffed. I also have a quibble. The diesel that “rode us all the way into New Orleans”? That’s 81 miles, and you sang “every song that driver knew”? Sounds like he didn’t know that many.
Like I said, a quibble.
Is there a tune stuck in your head? Tell me about it.
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