A
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin for the trains,
E
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
A
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
A7 E
And was blowin sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin time and
A E A
Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew.
D A
Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose,
E A A7
And nothing aint worth nothing but its free, yes it’s free
D A
Feelin good was easy, Lord, while Bobby sang the blues,
E
Feelin’ good was good enough for me, for me
A
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
SOLO: D / D/E D
D
From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
A
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin right beside me through everything I done,
D D/E
And every night she kept me from the cold.
D
The somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
G
Lookin for the home I hope shell find,
D
And trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
A D D/E
Holdin Bobbys body close to mine.
G D
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
A D
Nothing ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free, but it’s free
G D
Feelin good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
A
Feelin’ good was good enough for me,
D
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee