Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin' for the trains feelin' bout as faded as my jeans Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans Then I pulled my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues With the windshield whipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands we finally Sang up ever song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy while Bobby sang the blues Feeling 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'd kerp me from the cold And then one day near Salinas I let her slip away Looking for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine
