Me And Bobby Mcgee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for the train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them 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 ain't worth nothing but it's free

Feeling good was easy, Lord,
When he sang the blues
And feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From Kentucky coal mines
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, Lord
Through everything I done
Bobby baby kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
Looking for the home I hope he'll find it
And I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing left is all that Bobby left me

Feelin good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues
And buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee