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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Vocals
Ron McKernan
Ron McKernan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Foster
Fred Foster
Songwriter
Kris Kristofferson
Kris Kristofferson
Songwriter
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grateful Dead
Grateful Dead
Producer
Doran Tyson
Doran Tyson
Associate Producer
Ivette Ramos
Ivette Ramos
Associate Producer
Bob Matthews
Bob Matthews
Recording Engineer
Mark Pinkus
Mark Pinkus
Executive Producer
David Lemieux
David Lemieux
Reissue Producer
Sonny Heard
Sonny Heard
Stage Technician
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Recording Engineer
David Glasser
David Glasser
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting 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 harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time, Bobby clapping hands
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do
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 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
Looking 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 nothing left to lose
Nothing was all she left for me
Feeling good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me Bobby McGee
Lelela, lelelala, lelela, lelela, laleleha, laleleha, lalala
Leleleheee, lalala, leleleheee, lalala, leleleha, leleleha
Lala, lala, lala (heyyy)
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to do
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 Bobby McGee
Written by: Bob Weir, Fred Foster, Kris Kristofferson, Robert Hunter
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