In coming up with a concept for the song, a scene from the film La Strada came to Kristofferson’s mind. Written by Kris Kristofferson but originally performed by Roger Miller. When Foster proposed the title, Kristofferson heard “McGee” when, in actuality, had said “McKee” (Bobby McKee was the secretary of someone who worked in the same building as Foster). The song’s title came from producer and Monument Records founder Fred Foster.
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me Well feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey feelin' good was good enough for me, mhm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La da da la da da da, la da da da da da da La da da la la la la na Bobby McGee yeah La da la da la da, la na na na da La la la la la Bobby McGee yeah La da da la la la la la la la la la, la na na la na na la la Hey now Bobby lo no Bobby McGee yeah Lo la lo la la lo la la Lo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la Hey an’ a Bobby lo no Bobby McGee yeah Lord, I called him my lover, called him my man I said I called him my lover, did the best I can, come on And a Bobby no, and a Bobby McGee yeah Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo Hey hey hey Bobby McGee lo
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