Key of C – as sung by Chris Christofferson
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin’ for the trains – Feelin’ near as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained, took us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, and was playin’ soft, while Bobby sang the blues, with those windshield wipers slappin’ time, & Bobby clappin’ hands, we finally sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, and nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’, but it’s free. Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, and, Buddy, that was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky, to the California sun, there Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin’ right beside me, Lord, through all the things I done, and every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, lookin’ for that home I hope she’ll find – And I’d trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday – holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, and nothin’ left is all she left for me. Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, and feelin’ good was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
