| E | |
| B | usted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train |
| B7 | |
| Feelin' nearly faded as my | jeans |
| Bobby thumbed a diesel down, |
| Just before it rained |
| E | |
| Took us all the way to New | Orleans |
| E | |
| I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna |
| E7 | A | |
| And was blowing sad while | Bobby sang the | blues |
| With those windshield wipers slappin' time |
| E | |
| And | Bobby clappin' hands |
| B7 | E | |
| We finally | sang up every song that driver | knew |
| 1st Chorus: |
| A | E | |
| Freedom's just another word for | nothin' left to lose |
| B7 | E | |
| Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's | free |
| A | E | |
| Feeling good was easy Lord when | Bobby sang the blues |
| A7 | B7 | |
| Feeling good was good enough for m | e |
| A | B7 | E | |
| G | ood enough for m | e and Bobby | McGee |
| From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun |
| B | |
| Bobby shared the secrets of my s | oul |
| Standin' right beside me Lord |
| Through everything I've done |
| E | |
| And every night she kept me from the c | old |
| Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away |
| A | |
| Lookin' for the home I hope she'll f | ind |
| And I'd trade all of my tomorrows |
| E | |
| For a s | ingle yesterday |
| B | B7 | |
| H | oldin' Bobby's body next to m | ine |
| 2nd Chorus: |
| A | E | |
| F | reedom's just another word for n | othin' left to lose |
| B | E | |
| N | othin' left is all she left for m | e |
| A | E | |
| F | eeling good was easy Lord when B | obby sang the blues |
| A | B | |
| And b | uddy that was good enough for m | e |
| A | B7 | E | |
| Good e | nough for m | e and Bobby Mc | Gee |
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