A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four�Well, I busked in Flanton, Baton RougeA-headin' for the trainFeelin' nearly faded as my jeansOld Bobby thumbed the diesel downJust before it rangLord, took us all the way to New OrleansPulled my old hawk moon out of my dirty red bandanaLord, Lord, while Bobby sang the bluesWith them windshield wipers clappin' timeAnd Bobby clappin' hands of mineWe finally sang up every song that drive a kneeFeelin' it's another way, but nothin' left to loseAnd nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's freeBein' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesLord, that was good enough for meYeah, good enough for me and Bobby McGee�From a little coal mine up in KentuckyTo the California sunBobby shared the secrets of my soulShe was standin' around the sunAnd I remember, Lord, I knew everythin' he'd doneEvery night she'd kick at me from the coalI bet somewhere near St. Louis, Lord, I'd let her slip awayLookin' for a home, I hope she'll findAnd I'd trade all of my tobacco for a sangria steadyHoldin' Bobby's body close to mineFeelin' it's just another way, but nothin' left to loseAnd nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's freeBein' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the bluesLord, that was good enough for meGood enough for me and Bobby McGeeYeah�