Me And Bobby McGee Songtext / Lyric

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 harpoon out of my dirty, red bandana and was blowin' sad, while Bobby sang the blues;
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands we fin'ly sang up every song that driver knew;

CHORUS: Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose,
and nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free;
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
And Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coalmines 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 lookin' for the home I hope she'll find;
And 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,
and nothin' left was all she left for me;
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.