Busted flat in Baton Rouge;
headin' for the trains.
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a disel down
just before it rained;
took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out my dirty
red Bandanna and was blowin' sad
while Bobby sang the blues;
with them windshield wipers
slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
we fin' ly 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
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;
and I'd trade all my tomorrows for a
Single yesterday holdin' Bobby's body
next to mine;
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to lose
nothin' left is all she left for me;
feeling good was easy
Lord
when Bobby sang the blues;
Buddy
that was good enough for me;
good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
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