Grateful Dead

Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans
Well I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandana
Blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapping time
Holding Bobby's hand in mine
We finallly sang near every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose (note 1)
Freedom ain't worth nothing but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord in everything I done
Bobby's body kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord I let her slip her away
Looking for that home I hope she'll find
And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body close to mine

(1) Bobby sometimes sang "nothing left to do" for the first chorus and "nothing left to lose" for the second.

Me and Bobby McGee