Busted flat in 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 OrleansI took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandanna
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 knewOh, 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
And feelin' good was good enough for me and Bobby McGeeFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to a California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done
And every night she kept me from the coldThen somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mineOh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' left is all she left for me
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me and Bobby McGeeOh, 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...