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Me & Bobby McGee

 

G Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,

Feelin' nearly faded as my D7 jeans.

D7 Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,

Took us all the way to New Or-G-leans.

G I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

And was blowin' sad while G7 Bobby sang the C blues,

With them windshield wipers slappin' time and

G Bobby clappin' hands D7 we sang up every song

That driver G knew.

 

C Freedom's just another word for G nothin' left to lose,

D7 And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's G free,

C Feelin' good was easy, Lord, G when Bobby sang the blues,

And D7 buddy, that was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and my Bobby G McGee.

 

G From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,

Bobby shared the secrets of my D7 soul,

Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done,

And every night she kept me from the G cold.

G Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,

She was lookin' for G7 the home I hope she'll C find,

Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,

G Holdin' Bobby's D7 body close to G mine.

 

C Freedom's just another word for G nothin' left to lose,

D7 And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's G free,

C Feelin' good was easy, Lord, G when Bobby sang the blues,

And D7 buddy, that was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and my Bobby G McGee.

 

G la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la G la-la-la-la-la

G la-la-la-la me and Bobby D7 McGee,

D7 la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

D7 la-la-la-la, me and Bobby G McGee,

 

C Freedom's just another word for G nothin' left to lose,

D7 And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's G free,

C Feelin' good was easy, Lord, G when Bobby sang the blues,

And D7 buddy, that was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and my Bobby G McGee.