Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train Feeling nearly faded as my jeans Bobbi flagged a diesel down, just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playing sad while Bobbi sang the blues Windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobbi clapping hands We sang near every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing aint worth nothing, but its free Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobbi sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobbi McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobbi shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside me lord, Through all kinds of weather, through everything I've done Bobby's body kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away She's looking for that home, and I hope she finds it

I'd give all of my tomorrows, for one more yesterday Holding Bobby's body close to mine Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothing aint worth northing but it's free

Freedom's' just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing aint worth nothing, but its free Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobbi sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobbi McGee