Me and Bobby McGee
Gordon Lightfoot
|(320033) (xx0033) | | Busted flat_ in Baton Rouge_ headin' for_ the train_ Feeling nearly faded_ as_ my jeans_ Bobby thumbed_ a die_-sel down_ just before_ it_ rained_ Took us all_ the way_ to New Or_ -leans_ I took my har-poon out of my dirty red_ ban_-danna_ And was blowing sad_ while Bobby sang_ the blues_ With those_ windshield wipers slapping time_ and_ Bobby clapping hands_ We finally sung up every song_ that driver knew!_ Freedom just_ ano_-ther word_ for_ nothing left_ to lose_ Nothin' ain't_ worth nothin'_ but it's_ free_ Feelin' good_ was ea_-sy Lord_ when_ Bobby sang the Blues_ Feelin' good_ was good_ enough_ for me_ Good enough_ for me_ and Bobby Mc_ Gee_ (xx2220) From the coal mines_ of_ Ken_ -tucky_ to the Ca_-lifor_ -nia sun_ Bobby shared_ the secrets_ of_ my_ soul_ Standing right_ beside_ me Lord_ through_ everything_ I've_ done_ Every night she_ kept me_ from the cold__ Then somewhere_ near_ Salinas Lord_ I_ let her_ slip_ away_ Searching for_ the home_ I heard_ she owned_ And I'd_ give all_ my_ tomorrows_ for a sin_-gle_ yes-terday_ Holding Bobby's_ body_ close_ to mine_ Freedom just_ ano_-ther word_ for_ nothing left_ to lose_ Nothin' ain't_ worth nothin'_ but it's_ free_ Feelin' good_ was ea_-sy Lord_ when_ Bobby sang_ the Blues_ Feelin' good_ was good_ enough_ for me_ Good enough_ for me_ and Bobby Mc_ Gee_ La la na_ na na_ na na_ na! La la na_ na na! La la na_ na me and Bobby Mc Gee!_ La la na_ na na_ na na_ na! La la na_ na na! La la na_ na me_ and Bobby Mc Gee!_
