Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains feelin' nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained it took us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana

I blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield wipers slappin' time

Bobby clappin' 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

Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues

And buddy that was good enough for me it was 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 she'll find

I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday holding her good body close to mine

Freedom's just another word...

Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee

Mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee mhm mhm mhm me and Bobby McGee