Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobbie thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobbie sang the blues
With them windshield whispers slappin' time, and Bobbie clappin' hands
We finally sang up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobbie sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobbie McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobbie shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everythin' I've done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobbie's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left to show she left for me
Ah, but feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobbie sang the blues
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, me and Bobbie McGee
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la