Me And Bobby McGee

busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train

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



ay da da da daa, ya da da da da



took my harpoon out of dirty red bandannas

i was playing soft while bobby sang the blues

windshield wipers slapping time

i was holding bobby's hand in mine

we sang every song that driver knew



freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose

nothing, no nothing it ain't free

and feeling good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues

feeling good was good enough for me

good enough for me and my bobby mcgee



ya da da da da da daa, ya da da da

good enough for me....



from the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun

bobby shared the secrets of my soul

through all kinds of weather, lord, to everything we done

bobby's body kept me from the cold



freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose

nothing, no nothing it ain't free

feeling good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues

feeling good was good enough for me

good enough for me and my bobby mcgee



ya da da da daa, ya da da da daa

ya da da daaa, bobby mcgee

yee da you know you know you know yah

good enough for me....



so one day up near salinas, lord, i let him slip away

he's looking for that home and i hope he finds it

i'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday

to be holding bobby's body next to mine, now



feeling all my love is my bobby in my soul

feeling my bobby mcgee

feeling good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues

feeling good was good enough for me

good enough for me and my bobby mcgee