Busted flat in Baton Rouge an 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

And 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

Every song that driver knew



Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothing ain't worth nothin' but it's free

Feeling good was easy Lord

When Bobby sang the blues

But it evers 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 she'll find

I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday

Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine



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

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

Eah-eah-eah, feeling good was easy Lord

When Bobby sang the blues

And feeling good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee



La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah

La-la-la-la-dee, Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah

La-la-la-la-dee and Bobby McGee

La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah

La-la-la-la-me and Bobby McGee [fade]