busted flat in baton rouge headed 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 har poon out of my dirty red bandana i was playin sad while bobby sang the blues with them windshield whipers slappin time and bobby clappin hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew freedom s just another word for nothin left to lose nothin ain t worth nothin but it s free feeling good was easy lord when bobby sang the blues feeling it 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 done every night she d keep me from the cold somewhere near salinas lord bobby slipped away lookin for the home i hope she ll find i d trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday holding her body close to mine 
['country', 'country rock', 'outlaw country', 'texas country']