Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headed for the trains
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed the diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all away to New Orleans
I took my mouth harp out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands
We finally sang of every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing, but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
From the Comahands of Kentucky
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing there beside me, Lord
Through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas Moor
I let her slip away
She was looking for the home I hoped she'd find
And I trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing, but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
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 la
And Bobby McGee
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 la la, me and Bobby McGee