Busted flat in Batten Rouge, waitin for the train,
Feelin' 'bout as faded as my jeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
With them wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby clapping hands we finally
sang up every song that driver knew.
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' good was good enough for me...
good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me Lord, through everything we done,
And every night he kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip way,
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it
Now, I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
Nothin' that's all that Bobby left me
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me...
good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
La la la .....
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