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 
Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana 
Blowed it low while 
Bobby sang the blues 
With them windshield whipers slapping time 
And Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew 
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose 
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free so free 
Feeling good was easy 
Lord when 
Bobby sang the blues 
Buddy, that 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 through everything 
I done And every night she kept me from the cold 
Then somewhere near 
Salinas Lord 
I let her slip away 
Searching for the home 
I hope she'll find 
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday 
Holdin' her body close to mine 
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose 
Nothin' left is all she left for me for me 
Feeling good was easy 
Lord when 
Bobby sang the blues 
Buddy, that was good enough for me good enough for me and 
Bobby McGee