Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for a train, feeling nearly faded as my jeans, Bobby a diesel down just it rained, took all the way to New Or- leans. I took har poon of my dirty red ban dana, blowin' sad Bobby sang the blues. wiper's slapping to- time and Bobby's clap ping hands we finally sang all songs the driver knew Freedom just nother word for nothin left to loose nothin' ain't nothin' but it's free Feelin' good easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, feelin' good good for me, good me and my Bobby Mc Gee. Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for a train, feeling nearly faded as my jeans, Bobby a diesel down just it rained, took all the way to New Or- leans. I took har poon of my dirty red ban dana, blowin' sad Bobby sang the blues. wiper's slapping to- time and Bobby's clap ping hands we finally sang all songs the driver knew Freedom just nother word for nothin left to loose nothin' ain't nothin' but it's free Feelin' good easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, feelin' good good for me, good me and my Bobby Mc Gee.