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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues

With them windshield whipers slappin' time

And Bobby clappin' hands we finally 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

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

I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another...

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