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 them windshield whipers slappin` time and Bobby clappin` hands
We finally 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
Oh but feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
That feeling good was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGee
[ guitar ]
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
Looking for the home I hope she`ll find
And I`d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin` Bobby`s body next to mine
Freedom`s just another word...