Busted flat in Baton Rouge and waiting for a train
And feeling nearly 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 playing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby clapping hands
We pined to sing near every song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word for nothing left to do
Nothing aint worth nothing, but its free
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And 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
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything Ive done
Bobbys body kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Looking for that home I hope she finds
And Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobbys body close to mine
And freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing was all she left for me
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Lalala, lalalala, lalala, lelela, lalaleha, lalaleha, lalala
Leleleheee, lalala, leleleheee, lalala, leleleha, leleleha
Lalala, lalala
And freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose
And nothing aint worth nothing, but its free
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee