Busted flat in Baton Rouge headin' for the trains   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 har'poon out of my dirty red bandana   And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues   With them windshield whipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands   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   Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues   That feeling good was good enough for me   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee   [ guitar ]   From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun   Bobby shared the secrets of my soul   Standing 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 my tomorrows for a single yesterday   Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine   Freedom's just another word...