Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Oh, but 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
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
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Booby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' left is all she left for me
Oh, but feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And, buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee