Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Heading for the trains
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out
Of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers 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
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 my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose
And nothing left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Bobby that 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
Me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee