Lyrics

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I feel the nearest faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driving knew
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin', honey, if it ain't free, no-no
Yeah, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold
One day up near Salina Sloan, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
Well, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mh-hm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da, Bobby McGee
La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da, Bobby McGee
La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
There's no Bobby, there's no Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da-da-da, la-da-da
There's no Bobby, there's no Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I called him my lover, called him my man
I said, I called him my lover, did the best I can, come on
Ain't no Bobby, no, ain't no Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, la-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, oh
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
Whoo!
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, la-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah