Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for the train
And I's feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
They rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my Harpoon out
And my dirty red Bandanna
I was playin' soft
While Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slappin' time
As holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don’t mean nothin', honey if it ain't free
And feelin' good was easy Lord
When he sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me, and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines
To the California sun
Hey, Bobby, shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything that we done
Hey Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He’s looking for that home
And I hope he finds it

But I’d trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby’s body next to mine

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feelin' good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, hmm hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee la

La la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
Hey, now bobby now Bobby McGee
Yeah, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee

Lord, I’m calling my lover
Calling my man
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can
C’mon, "Where is Bobby now?"
Where is Bobby McGee?, yeah

Lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, Lord
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee
Lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, Lord
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee