Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a trainFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansAnd Bobby flagged the diesel down, just before it rainedTook us all the way to New OrleansI took my harpon out of my dirty red bandannaI was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blueWith them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' handsWe finally sang near every song that driver knewFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to doNothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's freeFeelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulStanding right beside me, Lord, in everything I doneBobby's body kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip awayLookin' for that home, I hope she findsAnd I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterdayHolding Bobby's body close to mineFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin' was all she left for meFeelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeFreedom's just another word for nothin' left to doNothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's freeFeelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesFeelin' good was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGee
