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
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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.
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