Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the train 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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana

And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield whipers slapping time

And Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew

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

And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues

And 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

Standin' 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

And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday

Holdin' Booby's body next to mine

And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues

A body that was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGee

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