Busted flat in Baton Rouge an 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
And I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands, we finally sang
Every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
But it evers 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 of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's still another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Eah-eah-eah, 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
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah
La-la-la-la-dee, Bobby McGee
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah
La-la-la-la-dee and Bobby McGee
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la, la-la-la-la-lah
La-la-la-la-me and Bobby McGee [fade]
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