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 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, through everything I 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’ Bobby’s body next to mine
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to loose
Nothing left is all she left for me
Feelin’ good was easy Lord when he sang the blues
Feelin’ good was good enough for me and Bobby McGee.