Sierra Ferrell - Me and bobby mcgee

^GReal busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train When I was feelin' near as faded as ^Dmy jeans ^DBobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained That rode us all the way in to New Or^Gleans ^GWell, I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was playin' softly while Bobby sang the ^Cblues, yeah And with those windshield wipers slappin' time, I was ^Gholdin' Bobby's hand in mine And ^Dwe sang every song that driver knew

Oh, ^Cfreedom's just another word ^Gfor nothin' left to lose And then ^Dnothin', don't mean nothin', honey, if it ain't ^Gfree And you know ^Cfeelin' good was easy, L^Gord, when he sang the blues You know ^Dfeelin' good was good enough for me Well, it was good enough for me and my Bobby ^GMcGee ^A

^AFrom the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my ^Esoul ^EThrough all kinds of weather, through everything between Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the ^Acold ^AOne day up near Salinas, I let him slip away And he's searchin' for that home, and I hope he finds ^Dit But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one ^Asingle yesterday To be ^Eholdin' Bobby's body next to mine Cause it was good enough for me and my Bobby ^AMcGee

^ALa da da la da da da, la da da da da da da La da da la la la la na Bobby ^EMcGee ^ELa da la da la da, la na na na da La la la la la Bobby ^AMcGee ^ALa da da la la la la la la la la la, la na na la na na la la Singin' Bobby Mc^EGee, yeah yeah ^ELo la lo la la lo la la ^ELo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la lo la la Singin’ hey hey hey Bobby Mc^AGee yeah yeah yeah

^ALord, I called him my lover, called him my friend ^ACalled him my man, did the best I can, come on And a Bobby no, and a Bobby Mc^EGee yeah ^ELo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah ye^Aah