INTRO

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained

and rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon from my dirty red bandana

I's playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.

Windshield wipers slappin time,

I was holding Bobby's hand in mine.

We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

Nothin', ain't nothing honey if it ain't free

And feelin' good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues.

Y'know feelin' good was good enough for me.

Good enough for me and bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun

yeah bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold