Busted flat in Baton rouge, headin' 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna   I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues   With them windshield wipers slappin' time   And Bobby 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 it's free   Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues   Buddy, that 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   Standin' right beside me through everything I've done   And every night he kept me from the cold      Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away   Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find   And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday   Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   Nothin' left is all he left me, yeah   Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues   Buddy, that was good enough for me   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee      Enough for me and Bobby McGee   Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free   Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues   Buddy, that 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   Standin' right beside me through everything I've done   And every night he kept me from the cold      Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away   Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find   And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday   Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   Nothin' left is all he left me   Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues   Buddy, that was good enough for me   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee      Enough for me and Bobby McGee   Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah   I let him slip away lookin' for the home I hope he finds   Enough for me and my Bobby McGee   Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah   Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah