Lyrics

Me And Bobby McGee
Written by Kristoffer Kristofferson

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the trains,
And I’s feeling near as faded as my jeans.
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.

Well I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With those windshield wipers slapping time,
And Bobby clapping hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin’ ain't 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 coal mines of Kentucky to the California Sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standing right beside me lord through everything I’ve done.
Every night she kept me from the cold.

Well, somewhere round Salinas Lord, I let her slip away.
Searching for the home I hope she'll find,
Now I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’ left was all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

Sha la la la, la la la la, la la la la.
Sha la la la, me and Bobby McGee
Sha la la la, la la la la, la la la la.
Sha la la la, me and Bobby McGee.
Sha la la la, la la la la, la la la la.

Searching for the home I hope she'll find.
Now I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
Nothin’ left was all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.