Grateful Dead - Me and bobby mcgee

^DBusted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train, Feeling nearly faded as my ^Ajeans, ^ABobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained, Took us all the way to New Or^Dleans.

I ^Dtook my harp out of my dirty red bandanna, I was blowin' sad while ^D7Bobby sang the ^Gblues, ^GWindshield wipers slappin' time,^D Bobby clappin' hands, We fin’ly ^Asang near every song that driver ^Dknew. ^D7

^GFreedom's just another word for ^Dnothin' left to do. ^ANothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's ^Dfree. ^{D7 G}Feelin' good was easy Lord, when ^DBobby sang the blues. ^AFeelin' good was good enough for me, ^AGood enough for me and Bobby Mc^DGee.

^DFrom the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the ^D7secrets of my ^Gsoul, ^GStanding right beside me, Lord, ^Dthrough everything I done, ^ABobby's body kept me from the co^Dld. ^D7

^DThen somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for that ^D7home, I hope she f^Ginds it, And ^GI'd trade all my tomorrows ^Dfor a single yesterday ^AHolding Bobby's body close to ^Dmine. ^D7

^GFreedom's just another word for ^Dnothin' left to do. ^ANothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's ^Dfree. ^{D7 G}Feelin' good was easy Lord, when ^DBobby sang the blues. ^AFeelin' good was good enough for me, ^AGood enough for me and Bobby Mc^DGee.

^GFreedom's just another word for ^Dnothin' left to do. ^ANothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's ^Dfree. ^{D7 G}Feelin' good was easy Lord, when ^DBobby sang the blues. ^AFeelin' good was good enough for me, ^AGood enough for me and Bobby Mc^DGee.