From the recording Another Ghost Town

Written by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster

Lyrics

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin’ 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 took my harp out of my dirty red bandana and was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With those windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine.
We finally sang up every song that the driver knew.

Freedom‘s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.
Feelin’ 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.
Standin’ right beside me Lord through everything I’ve done and every night he kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away.
Lookin’ for a home, I hope he finds it.
And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom’s just another for nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’ left is all he left for me.
Feelin’ good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La la la la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la la Bobby McGee, yeah
La la la la la la la. La la la la la. La la la lal la la Bobby McGee

Freedom‘s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.
Feelin’ good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la la la la la