busted flat in baton rouge waitin for a train when i was feelin near as faded as my jeans bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained and wrote our song on the way to new orleans now i pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana and i was playin soft while bobby sang the blues yeah windshield wipers slappin time i was holdin bobby s hand in mine we sang every song that driver knew freedom was just another word for nothin left to lose nothin i mean nothin honey if it anit free and feelin good was easy lord when he sang the blues feelin good was good enough for me good enough for me and my bobby mcgee from the kentucky coal mine to the california sun now bobby shared the secrets of my soul through all kinds of weather through everything we done now bobby baby help me from the whole world one day up near salinas lord i let him slip away he s lookin for that home and i hope he finds it but i d trade all o my tomorrows for one single yesterday to be holdin bobby s body next to mine freedom was just another word for nothin left to lose nothin that s all that bobby left me yeah and oh feeling good was easy lord when he sang the blues you know feelin good was good enough for me mm hmm good enough for me and my bobby mcgee la da da la da da da la da da da da da da la da da da la da la da bobby mcgee yeah la da la da la da la da la da da la da la da la la bobby mcgee yeah la da da la da da la da da la da da hey now bobby bobby bobby mcgee yeah lo da lo da la lo da la lo da la lo da la lo la la lo la la lo la la hey now bobby bobby bobby mcgee yeah lord i call you my lover call you my man i said i call you my lover just the best i can c mon hey now bobby now hey now bobby mcgee yeah la da la da la da la da la da la da la da la la hey hey hey bobby mcgee yeah 