(Fred Foster & Kris Kristofferson)

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin? for a train
But I was feelin? near as faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged the diesel down
Just before it rained
And wrote a song on the way to New Orleans

Now I pulled my harpoon and my dirty red bandanna
And I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Wind shield wipers slappin? time
I was holdin? Bobby?s hand in mine
And we sang every song that driver knew

And freedom was just another word for nothin? left to lose
Nothin?s and that?s all that Bobby left me, yeah
And feeling good was easy Lord
When he sang the blues
Feelin? good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Now Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything we done
Now Bobby baby helped me hold it over

One day out near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He?s lookin for that home and I hope he finds it
Cause I?ll trade all my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holdin? Bobby?s body next to mine

And freedom was just another word for nothin? left to lose
Nothin? and it?s all that Bobby left me, yeah
And feeling good was easy Lord
When he sang the blues
You know feelin? good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

(ad lib)

Lord I call you my lover
I call you my man
I said I call you my lover just as fast as I can
Come on, hey Bobby now, hey Bobby McGee, yeah