Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby, thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

Pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
Was blowing sad while Bobby, sang the blues
With the windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby, clapping hands
We finally sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy when Bobby, sang the blues
Brother that 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'd done
And every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Searching for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all my tomorrow's for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's, body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Brother that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

Brother that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee