Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us all away to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally
Sung up every song that driver knew

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing, 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 coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord, through every thing I done
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Searching for the home I heard she owned
And I'd give all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby’s body close to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing, 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