Bobby Mcgee - the Police Report Version

BOBBY MCGEE - THE POLICE REPORT VERSION Unemployed and destitute in Baton Rouge Intending to steal an illegal ride on a train Feeling tired from too much drink Bobby sexually allured a truck driver to stop He took us to New Orleans in the rain I withdrew my harmonica from my filthy scarf And played some chords while Bobby sang For the entire duration of the journey We lived like hobos from coast to coast As close croneys and illicit lovers But she decided (wisely) To abandon me at Salinas And try for a more meaningful life I would (foolishly) exchange my entire future To return to that past hand-to-mouth existence And especially the illicit sex with her Freedom simply means all is lost “Nothing” itself is valueless, therefore free Feeling good was an easy option, and that Seemed sufficient to us both then . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just a fun piece, written by a devoted fan of Kristofferson, writer of many great songs. I have tried to paraphrase the story as closely as possible.