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Salīdzinot "Me and my Bobby McGee" dziesmas vārdus sanāk, ka Janis Joplin dzied par džeku, Bobiju, taču vārdu un mūzikas autors Kriss Kristofferson par beibi Bobiju. Nu jā, un vēl dažas atšķirības tekstos. Manuprāt parāda sievietes un vīrieša domāšanas atšķirību. :) piem.: J.J.[Feelin’ good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,] K.K. [And was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues,]
Teksti: Kriss Kristofferson Busted flat in baton rouge, headin’ for the trains, Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, Took us all the way to new orleans. Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues, With them windshield wipers slappin’ time and Bobby clappin’ hands we finally sang up every song That driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free, Feelin’ good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby mcgee.
From the coalmines of kentucky to the california sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, Standin’ right beside me through everythin’ I done, And every night she kept me from the cold. The somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away, She was lookin’ for the love I hope she’ll find, Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin’ bobby’s body close to mine.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, And nothin’ left was all she left to me, Feelin’ good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby mcgee.
un Janis Joplin: Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It 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, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' 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 There 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 But I'd trade all o' 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', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if 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 |
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