If it sounds country, man, that's what it is…this is a country song
Busted flat in Baton Rouge and 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 clapping hands
We finally sang off every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for
Nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Feeling good was easy, lord, when
Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good 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
Standing right beside me, lord, through
Everything I've done
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
Holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothing left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Buddy that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
da-da-da-da-da-….
Me and Bobby McGee
da-da-da-da-da-da-…
Me and Bobby McGee
da-da-da-da-da-da-…
Me and Bobby McGee
