Busted flat in baton rouge headin 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin time
And bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew

Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin but its 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
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
Lookin for the home I hope shell find
Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday holdin bobbys body next to mine

Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin but its 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