Texty: Waylon Jennings. Me & Bobby Mcgee.

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

I took my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left was all that you left for me
Feelin' good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' it 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'd keep me from the cold

Somewhere near Salinas, Lord, Bobby slipped away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' it was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee