Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
Headin' for the trains,
Feelin' 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 harp out of my dirty, red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Boddy sang the blues;
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands
We fin'ly sang up ev'ry song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And, buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' 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
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' left is all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And, buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.