G
Busted flat in Baton Rouge waitin\' for a train
D
Feelin\' nearly faded as my jeans.
D
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
D7 G-C-G
Rode us all the way to New Orleans.
G
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
G7 C
I was playin\' soft while Bobby sang the blues.
C G
Windshield wipers slappin\' time, I was holdin\' Bobby\'s hand in mine
D D7
We sang every song that driver knew.
C G
Freedom\'s just another word for nothin\' left to lose,
D D7 G-G7
Nothin\' don\'t mean nothin\' if it ain\'t free.
C G
Feelin\' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues.
D -D7
Feelin\' good was good enough for me,
G
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
G
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
D
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
D
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
D7 G-C-G
Hey, Bobby\'s body kept me from the cold.
G
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
G7 C
He\'s lookin\' for that home and I hope he finds it.
C G
But I\'d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday,
D D7
To be holdin\' Bobby\'s body next to mine.
C G
Freedom\'s just another word for nothin\' left to lose,
D D7 G
And nothin\' ain\'t worth nothin\', but it\'s free.
C G
And feelin\' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
D -D7
And feelin\' good was good enough for me
G
Oh, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
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