Chill pours Judge a stiff shot, after a couple of more she puts some words to the humming:
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin aint worth nothin but its 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....
Chill puts in a request for a little Dusty after the Janis and they set off down the halls in search of G and anyone else who wants to party.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin aint worth nothin but its 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....
Chill puts in a request for a little Dusty after the Janis and they set off down the halls in search of G and anyone else who wants to party.