Me And Bobby McGee

(C)Busted flat in Baton Rouge, the waitin' for a train,

when I's feelin' nearly faded as my (G7)jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down through just before it rained,

and rode us all the way to New (C)Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty,

red bandanna.

I was playin' soft while (C7)Bobby sang the (F)blues.

With them windshield of wipers slappin' time I's (C)holdin' Bobby's hand in mine;

be (G7)we sang 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, (C)when

Bobby sang the blues.

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

good enough for me and Bobby Mc (C)Gee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,

when I's Bobby shared the secrets of my (G7)soul.

Standin' right beside me, Lord, through ev'rything I done,

and ev'ry night he kept me from the (C)cold.

One day anear Saas, Lord, I let him slip away.

na. I He's lookin' for that (C7)home I hope he'll (F)find.

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one (C)single yesterday in to be (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 he 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 Mc (C)Gee.

From the Gee.