(Kris Kristofferson - Fred Foster)



Busted flat in Baton Rouge headed 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 took my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana

And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues

With the windshield whipers slappin' time

And Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew.



Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin' ain't worth nothin' 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 coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Standing right beside me Lord through everything I done

And every night she kept me from the cold.



Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away

Looking for the home I hope she'll find

I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday

Holding her body close to mine.



Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin' ain't worth nothin' 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...