Busted flat in 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 harpoon out of my dirty, red bandana

and was blowin’ sad, while Bobby sang the blues;

With them windshield wipers slappin’ time and Bobby clappin’ hands

we fin’ly sang up every song that driver knew;

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,

nothin’ aint worth nothin’ but it’s free;

Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;

Feeling good was good enough for me;

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,

nothin’ aint worth nothin’ but it’s free;

Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;

Feeling good was good enough for me;

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,

Bobby shared the secrets of my soul;

Standin’ right beside me, Lord, through everything I done,

And every 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;

And I’d trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday,

holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine;

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,

nothin’ aint worth nothin’ but it’s free

Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;

Feeling good was good enough for me;

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

Bobby McGee, Bobby McGee.^[1]