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
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I got my harpoon out of my dirty old red bandana
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby clapping hands, we finally sung up every song that driver knew

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain’t worth nothing, 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 my Bobby McGee

From the coalmines 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 he kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
Searching for a home and I hope he finds it
Cause I’ll give all my tomorrow’s for one single yesterday
Holding Bobby’s body next to mine