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 mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
Those windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands, we fin'lly
Sang up every song that driver knew. Whoa
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Whoa
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' 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, thru everything I done,
Ev'ry 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.
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Whoa
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