And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
And every night he kept me from the cold
Buddy, that was good enough for me
With them windshield wipers slappin' time
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
Enough for me and Bobby McGee
Took us all the way to New Orleans
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
And Bobby clappin' hands
Standin' right beside me through everything I've done
And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Nothin' left is all he left me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
We finally sang up every song that driver knew
Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
I let him slip away lookin' for the home I hope he finds
Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away
Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Standin' right beside me through everything I've done
Enough for me and Bobby McGee
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Buddy, that was good enough for me
Nothin' left is all he left me, yeah
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
And I'll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
And every night he kept me from the cold
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Then somewhere near Salinas I let him slip away
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
Enough for me and my Bobby McGee
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
