ME AND BOBBY McGEE

(C)Busted flat in Baton Rouge, to the headin' for the trains,

feelin' nearly faded as my (G7)jeans.

(G7)Bobby thumbed a diesel down through just before it rained;

took us all the way to New (C6)Orleans.

Then (C)I took my harpoon out of my dirty,

red bandanna and was blowin' sad while (C7)Bobby sang the (F)blues.

And With them windshield wipers slappin' time and (C)Bobby clappin' hands,

we fin'lly (G7)sang up ev'ry song that driver (C)knew.

(F)Freedom's just another word for (C)nothin' left to lose.

(G7)Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's (C)free.

(F)Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when

(C)Bobby sang the blues;

(G7)and feelin' good was good enough for me,

good enough for me and Bobby (C)McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky Rouge,

to the California sun,

Bobby shared the secrets of my (G7)soul;

standin' right beside me, down through ev'rything I done,

ev'ry night she kept me from the (C6)cold.

Then (C)somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,

na and was lookin' for the (C7)home I hope she'll (F)find.

And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a (C)single yesterday,

we fin'lly (G7)holdin' Bobby's body next to (C)mine.

(F)Freedom's just another word for (C)nothin' left to lose.

(G7)Nothin' left is all she left for (C)me.

(F)Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when

(C)Bobby sang the blues;

(G7)And, buddy, that was good enough for me,

(G7)good enough for me and Bobby (C)McGee.

From the Gee.