Busted flat it Baton Rouge, 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.
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby's clappin' hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let her slip away
Looking for that home and I hope she'd find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Feelin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left was all she left for me
Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me and by McGee.
Woe, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues'
