(One two one two three four) Well busted flat in Baton Rouge a headin' for the trains Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Ol' Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Lord took us all the way to New Orleans Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands with mine We finally sang up ever song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me yeah good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul She was standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away Looking for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holding her body close to mine Freedom's just another word.. Yeah (la la la la...