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intro[G] C G C G C G C
GBusted flat in BGaton Rouge,G headin' for a trGain
fGeelin' near as faGded as myD7 jeans, D7
D7Bobby thumbed a dD7iesel downD7 just before it rD7ained.
TD7ook us all the wD7ay into New OrGleanCs. G
I Gtook my harpooGn out of my diGrty red bandanGa
And was playGin' soft while BobbyG7 sang the blues.C C
With them windshieCld wipers slappin' tCime and Bobby clapGpin' time, we finG'lly
D7Sang up every soD7ng that driver knD7ew D7
CFreedom's just anCother word forG nothin' left to lGose.
D7Nothin' ain't worthD7 nothin' but it's free. G G
FeelCin' good was easyC, Lord, when Bobby sangG the blues. G
Feelin' gD7ood was good enouD7gh for me, D7 D7
D7Good enough for mD7e and my Bobby McGGee. G A A
From the Acoal minesA of Kentuckyto thAe CaliforniAa sun
BobbyA shared the secretAs of my souE7l. E7
Standin'E7 right beside E7me, Lord, througE7h everything I'E7d done,
EveryE7 night she E7kept me from the cold.A A
ThenA somewhere nearA Salinas, LorAd, I let her slip Aaway
LookiAn' for the home anA7d I hope she'll finDd. D
And I'd tDrade all my tomoDrrows for a sinAgle yesterdayA
holdinE7' Bobby's body neE7xt to mine. E7 E7
DFreedom's just anDother word forA nothin' left to lAose.
E7Nothin' left is all sE7he left for me.A A
FeelinD' good was easy, DLord, when ABobby sang the blues. A
BuddE7y, that was good E7enough for me, E7 E7
E7Good enough for mE7e and Bobby McGeeA. A
La da Ada, la da,A la da da dAa da da da A
ALa da da da me Aand Bobby McGeeE7. E7
E7La da da da da E7da da dE7a la da da da dE7a,
E7La da da da me E7and Bobby McGAee A
La da Ada, la da, lAa da da da da da Ada da A
ALa da da daA me and Bobby McGee. E7 E7
La da dE7a da da da da, E7la da da daE7 da, E7
E7La da da daE7 me and Bobby McGee. A A
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