Busted Flat It Baton Rouge, Headin' For The Trains

Feelin' Nearly Faded As My Jeans

Bobby Thumbed A Diesel Down, Just Before It Rained

Took Us All The Way To New Orleans.

I Took My Harpoon Out Of My Old Dirty Red Bandana

I Was Playin' Sad While Bobby Sang The Blues

With Those Windshield Wipers Slappin' Time

And Bobby?s Clappin? Hands We Finally

Sang Up Every Song That Driver Knew.

Oh Oh Oh Freedom's Just Another Word

For Nothin' Left To Lose

And Nothin' Ain't Worth Nothin', But It?s Free

Oh Oh Oh Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord

When Bobby Sang The Blues

I?m Feeling Good Was Good Enough For Me, 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?d Done

And Every Night She Kept Me From The Cold

Then Somewhere Near Salinas, Lord

I Let Her Slip Away

Looking For That Home And I Hope She?ll Find

I'll Trade All Of My Tomorrows For A Single Yesterday

Holdin' Bobby's Body Next To Mine.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Freedom's Just Another Word

For Nothin' Left To Lose

And Nothin' Left Was All She Left For Me

Oh, Oh, Oh, Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord

When Bobby Sang The Blues

Feeling Good Was Good Enough For Me & By Mcgee.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Freedom's Just Another Word

For Nothin' Left To Lose

And Nothin' Ain't Worth Nothin', But It?s Free

Oh, Oh, Oh, Feelin' Good Was Easy, Lord