Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train Feeling near 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 harp out of my old dirty red bandana Blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues With those windshield wipers slapping time And Bobby clapping hands, we finally psyched Every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose And nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free Feeling good was easier when Bobby sang the blues And feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines in Kentucky to that California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standing there beside me, Lord, in everything I've done And every night she'd keep me from the cold Bitter somewhere near Salinas, I felt her slip away Searching for the home I hoped she'd find I'd trade all of my tomorrow for a single yesterday Holding Bobby's body close to mine Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose And nothing left is all she left for me Feeling good was easier when Bobby sang the blues And feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la and Bobby McGee La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la