Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained And rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harp out of my dirty red bandana I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free And feelin' good was easy, lord, oh, when he sang the blues You know feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Chorus