Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train Feeling nearly faded as my jeans Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna I was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin’ time, Bobby clappin’ hands We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to do Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s 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
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done Bobby’s body kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away Lookin’ for that home, I hope she finds And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holding Bobby’s body close to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose Nothin’ was all she left for me Feelin’ good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin’ good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to do Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s 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