Me & Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waiting for a train
I was feeling near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
And rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out my dirty red Benz and
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues again
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 don't mean nothing, honey, if it ain't free, no
Feeling good was easier, oh, 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 mine to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, oh, I let him slip away
He was looking for that home
And I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, oh
Feeling good was easier, oh, when he sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me, uh huh
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, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na, my Bobby McGee
La da da da, la da da da

La da da da, la da da da
La da da da da, my Bobby McGee

La da da, la da da, la da da, la da da
La da da, la da da, la da da
La da da, my Bobby McGee

See I call him my lover, call him my man
Call him my lover just as best I can
Come on, hey, hey, oh, my Bobby McGee

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
My Bobby McGee, yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, hey, hey, my Bobby McGee