Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Took us all the way to New Orleans
And I was blowin' the sand
while Bobby sang the blues
And Bobby clapping hands,
we finally sang up every song
Freedom's just another word
Nothing ain't worth nothing
Feelin' good was easy, Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues
Good enough for me and Bobby McGree
From the coal mine of Kentucky
Bobby shared the secret of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord
Through everything I've done
Then somewhere near St. Lena's Lord
Looking for the home I hope she'll find
And I trade all of my tomorrows
Holdin' Bob his body next to mine
Freedom just another word
Nothin' left is all she left for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord,
that was good enough for me