Busted flat in Baton Rouge

waiting for a train

I was feeling near as faded as my jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down

just before it rained,

And rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out

of my dirty red bandanna,

I was playing soft while

Bobby sang the blues.

Windshield wipers slapping time, I

was holding Bobby's hand in mine,

We sang every song the driver knew.

Freedom's just another word

for nothing left to lose,

Nothing don't mean nothing honey

if it ain't free, now now.

And feeling good was easy

laugh when he sang the blues,

You know feeling 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 everything that we done,

Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas,

Lord, I let him slip away,

He's looking for that home

and I hope he finds it,

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows

for one single yesterday

To be holding Bobby's body ne t to mine.

Freedom's just another word

for nothing left to lose,

Nothing, and that's all

that Bobby left me, yeah,

And feeling good was easy

laugh when he sang the blues,

Hey, feeling good was good

enough for me, hmm hmm,

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

La la la, la la la la,

la la la, la la la la

La la la la la Bobby McGee.

La la la la la, la la la la la

La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.

La La la, la la la la la la,

La La la la la la la la la, hey

now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.

Na na na na na na na na, na

na na na na na na na na na na

Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.

Lord, I'm calling my

lover, calling my man,

I said I'm calling my

lover just the best I can,

C'mon, where is Bobby now,

where is Bobby McGee, yeah,

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

Yeah! Whew!

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord

Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.