Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train

Feeling nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained

Drove us all the way to New Orleans, yeah

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

Playing softly while my Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slapping time and I was holding

Bobby's hand in mine, we did every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

And nothing, ain't nothing, honey, if it ain't free, let me tell ya

Feeling good was easy now when he sang the blues

And feeling good was good enough for me, yeah

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

Whoa, from the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun

Oh, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, yes he did

Through all kinds of weather and through every-everything we done

My Bobby baby, Lord he kept me from the cold, yes he did

But when bay up near Salinas, Lord, I let 'em slip away

He was looking for that home and I hope he finds it

But I'd trade all of my tomorrow's for one single yesterday

To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose

And nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yes it was

Feeling good was easy now when he sang the blues

And feeling good was good enough for me, yeah

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-da-da

Ooh, I sure miss you Bobby McGee, yes I do

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-da-da

I want you so badly, I wonder can you hear me, Bobby McGee

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-da-da

I want you, I need you, Lord have mercy, Bobby yeah

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-da-da

I want you, I need you, why don't you come on back home to me

Bobby?

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-da-da

Come on, come on back Bobby, yeah

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy...