Busted flat in Baton
Rouge waitin' for a train
when I'as feelin' nearly's faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
just before it
rained; it rode us all the way to New Or
leans.
I pulled my har
poon out of my dirty red bandan
na. I'as playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues ah.
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I'as holdin' Bobby's hand in
mine. We sang ev'ry song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another
word for nothin' left to
lose
nothin' I mean nothin' honey
'f'it ain't free no
no.
If feelin' good was easy Lord
when he sang the
blues
you know feelin' good was good enough for me
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines
to the California sun
hey Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather
through ev'rythin' that we'd done
you Bobby baby kept me from the cold.
One day up near Sali
nas Lord I let him slip away.
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds
it.
Well I'd trade all of my tomor
rows for one single yester
day to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word
for nothin' left to
lose nothin' and that's all that Bobby left me yeah.
But if feelin' good was easy
Lord when he sang the blues
hey feelin' good
was good enough for me mm hm
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La da da la da da
da. La da da la la la
la. La la la la la la la la Bobby McGee yeah.
La la la la la la.
La la la la la.
La la la la la la Bobby McGee ah
yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la la
la. La la la la la la la la
la. Hey now Bobby Lord now Bobby McGee yeah.
La la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
Hey an' now Bobby Lord Bobby McGee yeah.
Lord I'm callin' my lover callin' my
man. I said I'm callin' my lover it's the best I
can. Come on!
Ain't it Bobby
no ain't it Bobby McGee yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee
Lord.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la. Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah.
