Lyrics
Busted flat in Baton RougeHeading for the train Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my old harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna Blowing low While Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin’ time Bobby clapping hand in mine We sang every song that driver knewFreedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to loseNothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free Feelin’ good was easy, Lord When Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coal mines of KentuckyTo the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul He was standing right beside me Through everything I done Every night he kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away Looking for the home I hope he’ll find And I’ll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holding Bobby’s body close to mineFreedom’s just another word for nothing left to loseAnd nothing is worth nothing but it’s free Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee