ME AND BOBBY MCGEE

A

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin for the trains

                        E

Feelin nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

                                                A

Took us all the way to New Orleans

Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna

                                                                        D

And was blowin sad while Bobby sang the blues

With them wind shield wipers slapin time and

                                                      E                                                 A

Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew

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D                                                    A

Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose

          E                                                       A

And nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free

 D                                                    A

Feelin good was easy Lord when Bobby sand the blues

           E

And buddy that was good enough for me

                                                                A

Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc Gee