Busted flat in Baton Rouge and waiting for a train
Feelin near as faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down, and just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon 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 planned to sing every song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word for nothing 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 my Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby sharеd the secrets of his soul
And standing right bеside me, Lord, through everything Ive done
Bobbys body kept me from the cold
And somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin for that home I hope she finds
And Id trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holdin Bobbys body close to mine
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to do
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
Lelela, lelelaha, lalela, lelela
Laleleha, laleleha, ladada
Lelelehe, lala, lelelehe, lada
Leleleha, leleleha, lalala
Well, 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