(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 Bobby’s 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   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   Standing right beside me though through everything I’d done   And every night he kept me from the cold   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...