Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Heading for the trains
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
It took us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
Bobby clapping hands, we finally sang up
Every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
And nothing ain't worth nothing
But it's free
Yeah, feeling good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
It was 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
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holding her good body close to mine
Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
And nothing left is all she left for me
Yeah, feeling good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
And buddy that was good enough for me
Yeah, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee