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 Bobby sang the blues
And feelin' 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
Every night he kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
Searchin' for the home I hoped he'd find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but its free
Feelin good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee