Lyrics:

Busted flat in 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 dirty red Bandanna
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 knew

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free
Feeling good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling 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
Standin’ right beside me Lord through everything I done
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 my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine

Freedom’s just another word for nothing’ left to lose
Nothin’ left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Bobby, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee

Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Nanana
Nanana, Me and Bobby McGee ...