by Kris Kristofferson & Fred Foster

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