Summertime, And the living's easy now. Fish are jumping out And the Cotton's high, So high. Daddy's rich And your mama is so good-looking now. Hush, litle baby, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't you cry. No, no, baby baby no, don't you cry! 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 He 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 blues 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', I mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues Yeah, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee Come on, come on, come on, come on! Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man - yeah! Didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can? Honey, you know I did! And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough, But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough. I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby! Break it! Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, darling, yeah, Have a! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good. Oh, yes indeed.