Grateful Dead - Me and bobby mcgee

^GBusted flat in B^Gaton Rouge,^G waitin' for a tr^Gain Feelin' n^Gear as faded as ^G m^D7y jeans ^{D7 D7}Bobby flagged a d^D7iesel down^D7 just before it r^D7ained Took ^D7us all the way i^D7nto New Orlean^Gs ^{C G} G I ^Gtook my harp o^Gn out of my di^Grty red band^Gana I wa^Gs blowin' sad while ^G7Bobby sang the bl^Cues ^{C C}With them windshield^C wipers slappin' time, Bob^Gby clappin' hands^{G D7}We sang every s^D7ong that driver k^D7new ^D7

^CFreedom's just an^Cother word for^G nothin' left to d^Go ^D7Nothin', ain't wort^D7h nothin' but it's^G fr^Cee ^G Feel^Cin' good was easy^C, lord, when ^G Bobby sang t^Ghe blues Feelin' g^D7ood was good enou^D7gh for me ^{D7 D7 D7}Good enough for m^D7e and my Bobby Mc^GGee^{C G} G G

From the ^Gcoal mines^G of Kentucky^G to the Californi^Ga sun Bobby^G shared the secret^Gs of my sou^D7l ^D7 Standing^D7 right beside ^D7me, Lord, ^D7in everything I^D7 done, Bobby^D7's body kep^D7t me from the col^Gd ^{C G} Then^G somewhere near^G Salinas, lor^Gd, I let her slip aw^Gay Looki^Gn' for that home a^D7nd I hope she f^Cinds it ^C And I'd t^Crade all my tomo^Crrows for one ^Gsingle yester^Gday Holdin^D7' Bobby's body cl^D7ose to mine ^D7

^CFreedom's just an^Cother word for^G nothin' left to l^Gose ^D7Nothin', was all she ^D7left for me ^{G C G}

Feelin^C' good was easy, ^Clo-o-ord, ^G when Bobby sang t^Ghe blues Feel^D7in' good was good^D7 enough for me ^D7

^D7Good enough for m^D7e and my Bobby Mc^GGee^{C G}