ME AND BOBBY McGEE

Busted flat in Baton Rouge,

waitin' for a train,

when I's feelin' near as faded as my (D)jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained.

It rode us all the way into New (G)Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana.

I was playin' soft while (G7)Bobby sang the (C)blues,

yeah. Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's (G)holdin' Bobby's hand in mine;

(D)we sang ev'ry song that driver knew,

yeah. (D7)(C)Freedom's just another word for (G)nothin' left to lose.

(D7)Nothin', I mean (C)nothin', hon', if (D7)it ain't (G)free,

no, no.

Yeah, (C)feelin' good was easy, Lord,

(G)when he sang the blues.

You know, (D7)feelin' good was good enough for me,

(D)good enough for me an' my Bobby (G)McGee.

(A)From the Kentucky coal mine (D)to the (A)California sun,

(D)hey, (A)Bobby shared the secrets of my (E7)soul.

Through all kinds of weather, through ev'rything we done,

yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the (A)cold.

(D)One (A)day anear Salinas, Lord,

I let him slip away.

He's lookin' for that (A7)home and I hope he (D)finds it.

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one (A)single yesterday to be (E)holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

(D)Freedom's just another word for (A)nothin' left to lose.

(E)Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left (A)me,

yeah. But if (D)feelin' good was easy,

Lord, (A)when he sang the blues,

hey, (E)feelin' good was good enough for me,

mm hmm, (E7)good enough for me and my Bobby (A)McGee.

La da da da, la da da da,

la da da da da da da,

la da da da la da la da Bobby

(E)McGee, yeah.

La da la la la la,

la da da da da,

la la la la la Bobby (A)McGee.

La da da la da da la da da la da da,

la da lo la da da la da la,

hey now, Bobby, lo now, Bobby (E7)McGee,