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
Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free so free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Body that 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
Searching for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' her body close to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me for me
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Body that was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGee