Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
When I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
That rode us all away to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom is just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin, hon
If it ain't free
Yeah, feelin' good was easy Lord
When he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coalmines
To the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through every thing that we done
Yeah Bobby baby,　kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He's looking for that home
And I hope he finds it
Well I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' and that's all that Bobby left me
But feelin' good was easy Lord
When he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee