Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train
And iÂ’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 out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding bobbyÂ’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
- Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
- Nothing donÂ’t mean nothing honey if it ainÂ’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,
- HeÂ’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
- But IÂ’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
- To be holding bobbyÂ’s body next to mine.
- Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
- Nothing, thatÂ’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
Niin..