Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And I's playing soft while Bobby sang the blue, yeah
Windshield wipers slapping time, I's holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing don't mean nothing, honey, if it ain't free
And feeling good was easy, Lord, Bobby sang the blues
You know feeling 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, 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
But he was looking for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
Feeling good was easy, Lord, Bobby sang the blues
I said, feeling good was good enough for me
Is good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La, la, la, Bobby McGee
La, la, la, na, na, na, Bobby McGee
La, La, la, na, na, na, Bobby McGee, yeah
Na, na, na, hey, now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah

Hey, I calling my lover, I calling my man
I said, I'm calling my lover, I do the best I can
I say now c'mon, Bobby now, c'mon Bobby McGee, yeah
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah