Busted flat in
Baton Rouge
Headed for the trains
Feelin' nearly
as faded as
my jeans
Bobby thumbed
a diesel down
just before it rained
Took us all the way
to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon
out of my dirty
red bandanna
And was blowin' sad
while Bobby sang
the blues
With them
windshield wipers
slapping time and
Bobby clapping hands
We finally sang up
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
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 that home
I hope she'll find
But 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
she left for me
Feelin' good was easy
Lord, when Bobby
sang the blues
Buddy that was
good enough for me
Good enough for me
and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
La-la-la-la me
and Bobby McGee
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la me
and Bobby McGee
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la