Kris kristoheron, Busted flat in Baton Rouge and headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
We finally sang up every song that driver knew, didn't we [Incomprehensible]

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done
Every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

La la la
Me and Bobby McGee
La la la
Me and Bobby McGee

La la la
Me and Bobby McGee
La la la
Me and Bobby McGee

La la la
Me and Bobby McGee
La la la
Me and Bobby McGee

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