Busted flat in Baton Rouge

Waitin' for the train

Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down

Just before it rained

Rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna 

And was playing soft

While Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield wipers slappin' time 

I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

We sang 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 he sang the blues

And feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee



From Kentucky coal mines

To the California sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, Lord

Through everything I done

Bobby baby kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord

I let him slip away

Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find it

And 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 that Bobby left me



Feelin good was easy, Lord

When he sang the blues

And buddy, that was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee