Busted flat in Baton Rouge
waitin' for a train
And I'se feelin' near
as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a deisel down
just before it rained
He rode us all the way
to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out
of my dirty red bandana
I'se playin' soft while Bobby
sang the blues, now
Wildshield wipers slappin' time,
I'm holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song
that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to lose
Nothin, well ain't nothin',
honey, if it ain't free
But now feelin' good
was easy, Lord,
when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good
was good enough for me
Was good enough for me
and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines
to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared
the secrets of my soul
Through all kind of weather,
through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby held me
from this cold world.
One day, out near Salinas, Lord,
I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home
and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all my tomorrows
for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body
next to mine.
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', well, that's all that
Bobby left me
Well if feelin' good
was easy, Lord,
when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was
good enough for me, ee ee
Good enough for me
and my Bobby McGee.
La da da, la da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da,
la da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey now Bobby
Say my Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da
Hey now Bobby
Say my Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I called you my lover
I called you my man
And I called you my lover
did the best I can, come on
Hey my Bobby now,
Hey my Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da da da da
da da da da
da da da da da
Hey, hey, hey
Bobby McGee, oooww