Baton baton Rouge, heading for a train
Feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
And took us all away to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing soft while Bobby sang the blues
When a windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby's clapping hands
Finally sang every song that the driver knew
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and it would nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
But it was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the coal mine of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord, through everything I done
And every night she kept me from the cold
One Sunday near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
Lookin' for that home, I hope she'll find
And I'll trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', left there's all that she left me
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Bobby that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, me and Bobby McGee
