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