One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away.
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it.
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday.
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah.
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues.
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm.
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.