Busted flat in Baton Rouge

I headed for the train

Feeling 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 bandana

And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues

And with the windshield wipers slapping time

And Bobby clapping hands

We finally sang every song that driver knew



Chorus

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothing ain't worth nothing but its free

Feeling good was easy when Bobby sang the blues

And 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

Standing right beside me Lord

Through everything I'd done

And every night she kept me from the cold



Then somewhere near Salinas

Lord I let her slip away

Looking for the home I hope she'll find

And I'd trade all my tomorrow's for a single yesterday

Of holding Bobby's body next to mine



Chorus

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothing ain't worth nothing but its free

Feeling good was easy when Bobby sang the blues

And buddy that was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee