Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandanna
And was blowing sad
While Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord
Through everything I done
Every night he kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
Searching for the hole my hopping finds
I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine
Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee