(Kris Kristofferson - Fred Foster)      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 those windshield whipers slappin' time   And Bobby clappin' hands with mine   We 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   Feeling 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   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   Searchin' for a home I hope she'll find   I'd trade all of my tomorrows   For just one 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   Feeling good was good enough for me   Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.      La, la, la, la, la, la,    La, la, la, la, la, la, la   Me and Bobby McGee...