Lyrics:

Busted flat in baton rouge, waitin for a train,

Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,

Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,

Took us all the way to new orleans.


I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,

I was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues,

With them windshield wipers slappin time, bobby clappin hands,

We sang every song that driver knew.


Freedoms just another word for nothin left to do.

Nothin aint worth nothin but its free.

Feelin good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.

Feelin good 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, in everything I done,

Bobbys body kept me from the cold.


Then somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away,

Lookin for that home, I hope she finds,

And Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday

Holding bobbys body close to mine.


Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose.

Nothin was all she left for me.

Feelin good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.

Feelin good was good enough for me, good enough for me and bobby mcgee.

Freedoms just another word for nothin left to do.

Nothin aint worth nothin but its free.

Feelin good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.

Feelin good was good enough for me, good enough for me and bobby mcgee.