Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headin' for a train
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
And it took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harmonica from my dirty red bandanna
I was blowin' low while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers clappin' time
And Bobby's hands in mine
We finally sang up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Oh and feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' 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
He was standin' right beside me Lord
Through everything I've done
And every night he kept me from the cold
Oh, but somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let him get away
Lookin' for a home I hope he finds
But I'll trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin', Lord, is all that Bobby left me
Oh but feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me, yes it was
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Oh I'm lonely Bobby McGee
Oh Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy me
Ain't you missin' me Bobby McGee?
Yeah he was my lover, he was my man
But he's left me here just wringin' my hands
Have mercy on me Bobby McGee
Oh Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy me
Come back to me Bobby McGee
Bobby McGee...