Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headed for the trains
I was feelin' nearly as 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 blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With then windshield wipers slappin time, and Bobby clappin' hands
We finally sang up every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, lord when Bobby sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California Sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me lord though everything I done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then one night in Salinas, lord I let her slip away
Lookin' for that home I hope she finds
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feelin' good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee