Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby, thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no, no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues

You know, feelin' good
Was good enough for me
Good enough for me
And my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues

Hey, feelin' good
Was good enough for me, mmm, hmm
Good enough for me
And my Bobby McGee

La da da, la da da da
La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da da
Bobby McGee, yeah

La da da, da da da, da
La da da, da da da, da
La da da, da da da, da
Bobby McGee, yeah

La da, la la, da da
La da da, la da da
La da da, da da da, da da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah

La la la
La la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said I call him my lover did the best I can
Come on, hey, now, Bobby now
Hey, now, Bobby McGee, yeah

Woo, la da, la da, la da
La da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey
Bobby McGee, yeah

La da, la da, la da
La da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey
Bobby McGee, yeah