| | | | | Busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for the trains. Feeling 'bout as faded as my jeans. Bobby flagged the diesel down just before it rained. Took us all the way to New Orleans. Then I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana. And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues With the windshield wipers slapping time. And Bobby's hand in mine we finally: Sung up every song that driver knew. Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose. Nothing ain't worth nothing but its free yes it's free. Feeling good was easy Lord while Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coalmines in Kentucky to the California sun. Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside Lord to everything I'd done. And every night she'd keep me from the cold. And the one day near Salinas Lord I let her slip away. Looking for the home I'll hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday. Holding Bobby's body next to mine. Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose. Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free but it's free. Feeling good was easy Lord while Bobby sang the blues And feeling good was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.