| A | |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge and heading for the trains |
| E | |
| feeling nearly faded as my | jeans |
| Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained |
| A | |
| took us all the way to New | Orleans |
| I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna |
| D | |
| and was blowing sad while Bobby sang the | Blues |
| with them windshield wipers slapping time |
| A | E | A | |
| and | Bobby clapping hands we finally | sang up every song that driver | knew |
| D | A | |
| Freedom is just another word for | nothing left to lose |
| E | A | |
| Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's | free |
| D | A | |
| Feeling good was easy Lord when | Bobby sang the Blues |
| E | |
| Feeling good was good enough for me |
| A | |
| good enough for me and Bobby | McGee |
| B | |
| >From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun |
| F# | |
| Bobby shared the secrets of my | soul |
| Standing right beside me Lord through everything I done |
| B | |
| Every night she kept me from the | cold |
| Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away |
| E | |
| searching for the home I hope she'll | find |
| B | |
| And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a | single yesterday |
| F# | B | |
| holding Bobby's body next to | mine |
| E | B | |
| Freedom is just another word for | nothing left to lose |
| F# | B | |
| Nothing left is all she left for | me |
| E | B | |
| Feeling good was easy Lord when | Bobby sang the Blues |
| Buddy that was good enough for me |
| B | |
| good enough for me and Bobby | McGee |
| (Fade out with) |
| La de da de da de da da La de da de da |
| F# | |
| La de da da me and Bobby | McGee |
| La de da de da de da da La de da de da |
| B | |
| La de da da me and Bobby | McGee |