Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin' for a train I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way to New Orleans Yeah I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers were slappin' time I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon', if it ain't free And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, oh and through everything we'd done Yeah, hey Bobby baby, he kept me from the cold world Lord and one day I've been near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He was lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it Cause I'd 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', well that's all that Bobby gave me, yeah But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Well feelin' good was good enough for me, mm hm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee My Bobby McGee, yeah My Bobby McGee Well, I call him my lover I call him my friend Call him my lover Did the best that I can Come on Bobby now Bobby McGee, yeah Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah Well, I call him my lover I call him my friend Call him my lover Did the best that I can Come on Bobby now Bobby McGee, yeah Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah