| A | | Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train |
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| E7 | | When I's feelin' near as | faded as my jeans |
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained |
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| A | | And rode us all the way into | New Orleans |
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| A | | I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
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| A7 | D | | I's playin' soft wh | ile Bobby | sang the blues |
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| D | A | | Windshield wipers slappin' | time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine |
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| E7 | | We sang every song that driver knew |
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| D | A | | | Freedom's just another | word for nothin' left to lose |
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| E7 | A | | | Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it | ain't free |
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| D | A | | | And feelin' good was eas | y, lord, oh, when he sang the blues |
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| E7 | | | You know feelin' good was good enough for me |
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| E7 | A | B | | | Good enough for me and | my Bob | by McGee |
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| B | | From | the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun |
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| F#7 | | Yeah Bobby shared the | secrets of my soul |
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| F#7 | | Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done |
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| B | | Yeah Bobby baby kept | me from the cold |
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| B | | One day up near Salinas, lo-ord, I let him slip away |
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| B7 | E | | He's lookin' for | that home and | I hope he finds it |
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| E | B | | Well I'd trade all my tomo | rrows for one single yesterday |
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| F#7 | | To | be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine |
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| E | B | | | Freedom's just another | word for nothin' left to lose |
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| F#7 | B | | | Nothin', and that's all that | Bobby left me |
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| E | B | | Well | , feelin' good was e | asy, lo-o-ord, when he sang the blues |
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| F#7 | | And | feelin' good was good enough for me |
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| B | | Good enough for me and | my Bobby McGee yeah |
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| B | | La d | a da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa |
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| F#7 | | La da da da daa dad | ada Bobby McGee-ah |
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| F#7 | | Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa |
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| B | | Laa la laa la daada Bobby | McGee-ah yeah |
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| B | | La di da, ladida LA dida LA di daa, ladida LA dida LA di daa |
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| F#7 | | Hey now Bobby now now | Bobby McGee yeah |
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| F#7 | | Lo lo LO lolo LO lo laa, lololo LO lolo LO lolo LO lolo LO la laa |
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| B | | Hey now Bobby now n | ow Bobby McGee yeah |
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| B | | Lord, | I called him my lover, I called him my man |
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| B | | I said | I called him my lover, did the best I can |
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| F#7 | | C'mon, hey now Bobby now, | hey now Bobby McGee, yeah |
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| F#7 | | Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh |
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| B | | Hey, hey, hey, Bob | by McGee, lord |
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