D
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,
A
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
A
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
D
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
D
I took my harp out of my dirty red bandanna,
D7 G
I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues,
G D
Windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin' hands,
A D D7
We fin’ly sang near every song that driver knew.
CHORUS
G D
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
A D D7
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
G D
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
A
Feelin' good was good enough for me,
A D
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
D
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
D7 G
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
G D
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I done,
A D D7
Bobby's body kept me from the cold.
D
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
D7 G
Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds it,
G D
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
A D D7
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.
CHORUS
G D
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
A D D7
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
G D
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
A
Feelin' good was good enough for me,
A D
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
CHORUS
G D
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do.
A D D7
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
G D
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
A
Feelin' good was good enough for me,
A D
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
