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
And 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, through everything that we'd done
So Bobby baby, he kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of 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
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, mmm hmm
Was good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La da da, la da da da, la da da da da da da
La da da da, la da la da, Bobby McGee
La da la da, la da, la da la da da
La da la da la la, Bobby McGee
La da da, la da da, la da da, la da da
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Bobby Mcgee
La da da, la da da, la da da
Na na na na na na na na na na
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo da lo, da la lo da la
Lo da la lo, da la lo la la, lo la la lo la la
Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Hey, I call him my lover, I call him my man
I said I call him my lover, did the best I can
Said now come on Bobby, Lord, come on Bobby McGee, yeah
La da la da, la da la da, la da la da, la da la la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah

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