by Kris Kristhoperson
Intro B - 4 bars
| B |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train |
| F# | |
| Feelin' nearly faded as my | jeans |
| B | |
| Took us all the way to New | Orleans |
| B |
| I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna |
| B7 | E | |
| And was blowing sad while | Bobby sang the | blues |
| B | |
| And | Bobby clappin' hands |
| F# | B | |
| We finally | sang up every song that driver | knew |
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| C |
| C |
| From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun |
| G | |
| Bobby shared the secrets of my soul |
| C | |
| And every night she kept me from the cold |
| C |
| Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away |
| C | F | |
| Lookin' for the home | I hope she'll find |
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| For a | single yesterday |
| G | C |
| Holdin' Bobby's body next to min | e |
| F | C |
| Freedom's just another word for | nothin' left to lose |
| G | C |
| Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's | free |
| F | C |
| Feeling good was easy Lord when | Bobby sang the blues |
| G |
| Feeling good was good enough for me |
| C | |
| Good enough for me and Bobby | McGee |
| C |
| La La La La La Dee Da |
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| La La La La La La La Dee D | a |
| G7 |
| La La La La La Dee Da |
| C | |
| Me and Bobby Mc | Gee |
| C |
| La La La La La Dee Da |
| G7 | |
| La La La La La La La Dee D | a |
| G7 |
| La La La La La Dee Da |
| C | |
| Me and Bobby Mc | Gee |