(Kris Kristofferson / Fred Foster)
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
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 McGhee
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
Feeling near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Towed us all the way to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slapped in time I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather everything we've done
Every night he kept me from the cold
Somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
Looking for that home I hope he'll find
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body next to mine
(as sung by Joan Baez)