Me and Bobby McGee (Kris Kristofferson / Fred Foster)
Busted flat in
Baton Rouge;
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 bandana
and was blowin' sad, while Bobby sang the blues;
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin'
hands
we fin'ly sang up every song that driver knew;
Freedom's just
another word for nothin' left to lose,
nothin' aint worth nothin' but it's free;
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues;
Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the
coalmines 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 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 of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
holdin' Bobby's body next to mine;
Freedom's just
another world for nothin' left to loose
and nothin' left was 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.