Me And Bobby McGee
Busted flat it Baton Rouge, headin' for the trainsFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansBobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rainedTook us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandanaI was playin' sad while Bobby sang the bluesWith those windshield wipers slappin' timeAnd Bobby's clappin' hands we finallySang up every song that driver knew.
Woe, freedom's just another wordFor nothin' left to loseAnd nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's freeOh oh oh feelin' good was easy, LordWhen Bobby sang the bluesFeeling good was good enough for me, Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulStanding right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd doneAnd every night she kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas, LordI let her slip awayLooking for that home and I hope she'd findI'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterdayFeelin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Woe, freedom's just another wordFor nothin' left to loseNothin' left was all she left for meWoe, feelin' good was easy, LordWhen Bobby sang the bluesFeeling good was good enough for me and by McGee.
Woe, freedom's just another wordFor nothin' left to loseNothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free
Woe, feelin' good was easy, Lord when Bobby sang the blues'