Busted flat it Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

When I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans

Well, Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

Rode us all the way to New Orleans.

Well, I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slappin' time

I's holding Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word

For nothin' left to lose

And nothin' ain't worth nothin'

But it ain't free

Feelin' good was easy, Lord

When he sang the blues

You know, feeling good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and by Bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coalmine to the California Sun

Where Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yea, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

Then one day near Salinas, Lord

I let him slip away

He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it

Yea, 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

And nothin' ain't worth nothin'

But it ain't free

Feelin' good was easy, Lord

When he sang the blues

You know, feeling good was good enough for me