Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waiting for a train And I was feeling Near as faded as my jeans Bobby found a Diesel down Just a far away that wrote a song And went to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon And in my dirty red bandana I was playing soft While Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slapping time I was holding Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word For nothing left to lose Nothing, I mean nothing honey If it ain't free, No no And feeling good was easy lord When he sang the blues You know feeling good Was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From Kentuckey coalmines To the California sun Yeah Bobby shared the secrets Of my soul Through all kinds of weather Through everything we done Yeah Bobby baby helped me From the whole world One day near Salina, Oh I let him slip away He was looking for that home And I hope he finds it But I'd trade all my tomorrows For one single yesterday To be holding Bobby's body Next to mine Freedom's just another word For nothing left to lose Nothing, and I saw Bobby left me, Yeah But feeling good was easy lord When he sang the blues And feeling good was good enough for me Mm, Good enough for me and my Babby McGee La… La… La… La… Bobby McGee La… La… La… Bobby McGee La… La… La… Hey! My Bobby gonna, Bobby McGee, Yeah La… La… Hey! My Bobby gonna, Bobby McGee, Yeah
Yeah, Now, When I called him my lover, I called him my man I said I called him my lover just best I can, Come on I loved Bobby, I love Bobby McGee, Yeah La… La… La… La… La… La… La… Hey hey Bobby McGee Ah
