Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a trainWhen I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeansBobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rainedAnd rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanaI’s playin’ soft while Bobby sang the bluesWindshield wipers slappin’ time, I’s holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mineWe sang every song that driver knew
Freedom is just another word for nothin’ left to loseNothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no-noAnd feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the bluesYou know feelin’ good was good enough for meGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sunThere Bobby shared the secrets of my soulThrough all kinds of weather, through everything we doneYeah, Bobby baby, kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip awayHe’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds itBut, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterdayTo be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom is just another word for nothin’ left to loseNothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left me, yeahBut feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the bluesThat feelin’ good was good enough for me, mmm-hmmGood enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-daLa-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeahLa-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-daLa, la-la-la-da-da- Bobby McGee, oh yeah
La-da-da, la-da-da, la, da-da, la, da-daLa-da-da, la-da-da, la-di-daHey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeahLord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-naHey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah
Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my manI said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come onHey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeahLord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, ohHey-hey-hey, Bobby McGee, Lord