Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly fadedas 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 blowin' sad, while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
and Bobby clappin' hands
we fin'ly sang up every song that driver new

CHORUS:

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
and nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, 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
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
And I'd trade all of 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' left was all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee