Intro: - - - -
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for a train
feelin' near as faded as my jeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained.
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Took us all the way into New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' time,
we fin'lly
Sang up every song that driver knew
Chorus:
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentuckyto the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done,
Every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for the home and I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Chorus:
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 da da, la da, la da da da da da da
La da da da me and Bobby McGee.
La da da da da da da da la da da da da,
La da da da me and Bobby McGee
La da da, la da, la da da da da da da da
La da da da me and Bobby McGee.
La da da da da da da, la da da da da,
La da da da me and Bobby McGee.