Busted flat in Baton rouge

Headin' for the train

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 bandanna

I 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



Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues

Buddy, that 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

Through everything I've done

And every night he kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas

I let him slip away

Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find

And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday

Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine



Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues

Buddy, that was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Enough for me and Bobby McGee

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

I let him slip away

Lookin' for the home I hope he finds

Enough for me and my Bobby McGee

Enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah