Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
Heading for the trains,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed the Diesel down, just
Before it rained,
Took us all to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out my dirty red bandanna and I
Wasblowing sad,
While Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers
Slapping time and Bobby clapping hand.
We finely sang up every song
That driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to loose.
Nothing 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 Mc Gee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standing right beside me, Lord,
Through ev’rything I done. Every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Looking for the home I’ll hope she’ll find. And I trade my tomorrows
For a simple yesterday, Holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom’s just …