Текст: Johnny Cash. At Osteraker Prison. Me and Bobby McGee.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby flagged a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands
We finally sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done
Bobby's body kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' was all she left for me
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' was all she left for me
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me, Bobby McGee