Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I’s feeling near as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New Orleans.
I pulled my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna
I’s playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ honey if it ain’t free.
And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Ken-tucky coal mines to the California sun
Hey Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world.
One day up near Salinas, Lord I let him slip away
He’s 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 nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah.
But feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La da da – la da da da – la da da – la la la da
La la la – la la da la da, Bobby McGee.
La – da la – da la da – la da da da da
La da la da la da, Bobby McGee
La da da – la da la – la da la – la da la
la da da la – la la la – la, hey now Bobby – lo na – Bobby McGee yeah.
Lo na lo na na lo na na – lo na na lo na na lo na na lo na na lo na na
Hey now Bobby, now my Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, Icalled him my lover, called him my man
I said I called him my lover just as fast’s I can
C’mon, Where is Bobby now ? Where is Bobby McGee ? – yeah
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah. ¥Ç¥