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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 down to New Orleans
I pulled my harp out of my dirty red bandana
And I was blowin' sad, Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
Bobby clappin' hands, we finally sung up
Every song that driver knew
Yeah, but freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Well, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang me the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Well, 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've done
Every night she kept me from the cold
And somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
La, la-la, la-la, la
Hey-ho, look out
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Hm-hm, hm-hm