One, two, one, two, three, four      Well I've busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the train   Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans   Old Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained   Lord took us all the way to New Orleans      Pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna   Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues   With them windshield whispers slappin' time   And Bobby clappin' hands with mine   We finally sang up ever song that driver knew      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free   Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues   Lord that was good enough for me   Yeah, good enough for me and Bobby McGee      From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun   Bobby shared the secrets of my soul   She was standin' right beside me Lord   Through everything I done   And every night she kept me from the cold      Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away   Looking for the home I hope she'll find   And I'd trade all of my tomorrows   For a single yesterday   Holding Bobby's body close to mine      Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose   And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free   Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues   Lord that was good enough for me, yes it was   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee, yeah      Me and Bobby McGee