La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Heading 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 old harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad
While Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield whipers slapping time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang 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
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, 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 a home
I hope he'll find
And I'd give 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
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Bobby McGee
La, la, la, la, me and Bobby McGee