Busted 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 pulled my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana,
I was playing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With those windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby's clappin' hand we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew.
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free,
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues,
I'm feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord,
I let her slip away,
Looking for that home and I hope she'll finds it,
I'll trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' left was all she left for me
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me & McGee
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose,
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord