Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin' honey if it ain't free
Yeah and the feelin' good was easy, Lord, Bobby sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather and through everything that we done
So Bobby baby he kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
For he was lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all on my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, Bobby sang the blues
I said feelin' good was good enough for me
Was good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

Bobby McGee
And a Bobby McGee, yeah
Bobby McGee, yeah
Hey and a Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Hey I'll call him my lover, I call him my man
I said I call him my lover, do the best I can
I said now come on Bobby now, come on Bobby McGee, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee yeah
That's one somebody else has to take up