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CBusted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
CFeelin' nearly faded as my jGeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New OrCleans,
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby C7sang the bFlues,
Those windshield wipers slappin' time and BCobby clappin' hands, we fin'lly
GSang up every song that driver kCnew. WC7hoa
FFreedom's just another word for Cnothin' left to lose.
GNothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's fCree. C7Whoa
FFeelin' good was easy, Lord, wheCn Bobby sang the blues.
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Feelin' good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
(Key change)
DFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
DBobby shared the secrets of my sAoul.
Standin' right beside me, Lord, thru everything I done,
Ev'ry night she kept me from the cold.D
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll fGind.
I'd trade all my tomorrows for a singDle yesterday
AHoldin' Bobby's body next to mDine. Dsus2Whoa
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