Bustin' 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 mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
For those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby's clappin' hands we finally
sang up every song that driver knew
Whoa,
freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Whoa,
feelin' good was easy,
Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to a California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
She was 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
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single
yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Whoa,
freedom's just another word for nothin' left
to lose Nothin' left is all she left for me
Whoa,
feelin' good was easy,
Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Bobby McGee
Whoa,
freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Whoa,
feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby
sang the
blues And feelin' good was good enough for me