Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
Feelin' about as faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down
before a little bit of the rain
Took us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon from my
Windshield wipers slappin' time
Holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
We sang every song that driver knew
From the Kentucky coal mines
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather,
together what we've done,
Bobby kept the preacher from the cold.
Somewhere around Salinas,
She's looking for the home,
I trade all of my tomorrows
Freedom's just another word
Nothing ain't worth nothing
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee