Busted flat it Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
  When I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans
  Well, Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
  Rode us all the way to New Orleans.
  Well, I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
  I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
  Windshield wipers slappin' time
  I's holding Bobby's hand in mine
  We sang every song that driver knew.
  Freedom's just another word
  For nothin' left to lose
  And nothin' ain't worth nothin'
  But it ain't free
  Feelin' good was easy, Lord
  When he sang the blues
  You know, feeling good was good enough for me
  Good enough for me and by Bobby McGee.
  From the Kentucky coalmine to the California Sun
  Where Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
  Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
  Yea, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
  Then one day near Salinas, Lord
  I let him slip away
  He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it
  Yea, I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
  To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
  Freedom's just another word
  For nothin' left to lose
  And nothin' ain't worth nothin'
  But it ain't free
  Feelin' good was easy, Lord
  When he sang the blues
  You know, feeling good was good enough for me
  Good enough for me and by Bobby McGee.