Busted flat in 
Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to 
New Orleans
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna
I 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 nothin' left to do
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, 
Lord, when 
Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me, 
Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of 
Kentucky to the 
California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, 
Lord, in everything 
I doneBobby's body kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near 
Salinas, Lord, 
I let her slip away
Lookin' for that home, 
I hope she finds
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
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, 
Bobby McGee
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
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, 
Bobby McGee