Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for a train
And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon
And my dirty red bandanna
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 is just another word
For nothing left to lose
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey
If it ain’t free, now, now.
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 the Kentucky coal mines
To the California sun
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything that we done
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He’s looking for that home
And I hope he finds it
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah!
But feeling good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee.

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la bobby mcgee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby Mcgee, la.

La la la, la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la,
Hey now Bobby now Bobby mcgee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now bobby now, bobby mcgee, yeah.

Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
C’mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby Mcgee, yeah,
Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby Mcgee, Lord!

Yeah! whew!

Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby Mcgee.