Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train   Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans   And Bobby flagged the diesel down, just before it rained   Took us all the way to New Orleans      I took my harpon out of my dirty red bandanna   I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blue   With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands   We finally sang near every song that driver knew      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do   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 Bobby McGee      From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun   Bobby shared the secrets of my soul   Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done   Bobby's body kept me from the cold      Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away   Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds   And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday   Holding Bobby's body close to mine      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   Nothin' was all she left for me   Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues   Feelin' good was good enough for me   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do   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 Bobby McGee