Busted flat in Baton Rouge headed 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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands
We finally sang up ever song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling it 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
Every night she'd keep me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas Lord, Bobby slipped away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothing left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Bobby that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

La la la …
Me and Bobby McGee
La la la …
Me and Bobby McGee
La la la …
Me and Bobby McGee