(Kris Kristofferson — Fred Foster)
Busted flat it Baton Rouge, waitin’ for the train
Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin’ time
And Bobbys clappin hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word
For nothin’ left to lose
And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’, but its free
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough
Feeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let her slip away
Looking for that home and I hope he finds
I’d trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin’ Bobby’s body close to mine.
Freedom’s just another word
For nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and by McGee.
La, la, la, la, la — la, la, la for me and Bobby McGee
La, la, la la, la — la, la, la for me and Bobby McGee
La, la, la la, la — la, la, la for me and Bobby McGee
La, la, la la, la — la, la, la for me and Bobby McGee
La, la, la la, la — la, la, la for me and Bobby McGee…