Lyrics:

Busted Flat It Baton Rouge, 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.

i Took My Harpoon Out Of My Old Dirty Red Bandana
i Was Playin' Sad While Bobby Sang The Blues
with Those Windshield Wipers Slappin' Time
and Bobbys Clappin Hands We Finally
sang Up Every Song That Driver Knew.

oh Oh Oh Freedom's Just Another Word
for Nothin' Left To Lose
and Nothin' Ain't Worth Nothin', But Its Free
oh Oh Oh Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord
when Bobby Sang The Blues
im Feeling Good Was Good Enough For Me, 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 Id Done
and Every Night She Kept Me From The Cold
then Somewhere Near Salinas, Lord
i Let Her Slip Away
looking For That Home And I Hope Shell Find
i'll Trade All Of My Tomorrows For A Single Yesterday
holdin' Bobby's Body Next To Mine.

oh, Oh, Oh, Freedom's Just Another Word
for Nothin' Left To Lose
and Nothin' Left Was All She Left For Me
oh, Oh, Oh, Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord
when Bobby Sang The Blues
feeling Good Was Good Enough For Me & By Mcgee.

oh, Oh, Oh, Freedom's Just Another Word
for Nothin' Left To Lose
and Nothin' Ain't Worth Nothin', But Its Free
oh, Oh, Oh, Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord