Me and Skully McGee
Busted flat in Seattle, waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my complextion
Skully thumbed a Greyhoud down just before it rained
It rode us all the way into Atlanta
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Skully sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Skully’s…well…Skull in my hand
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 Skully sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Skully McGee
From the Astoria docks to the Georgia sun
There Skully shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Skully baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Douglasville, 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' Skully's skull next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Skully 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 Skully McGee
La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da
La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Skully McGee, yeah
La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-daLa-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-daLa-da-da La da-da La da-da
Hey, my Skully, Lord, my Skully McGee, yeah
Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la
Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
Hey, my Skully, Lord, my Skully McGee, yeah
Lord, I call him my Best Friend, call him my man
I said I call him my Best Friend, did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now Skully now, hey now Skully McGee, yeah
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-laHey, hey, hey, Skully McGee, Lord!
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