Bubijeva pesmarica

GBusted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I's feelin' near as faded as my D₇jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New G C GOrleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while G₇Bobby sang the Cblues
Windshield wipers slappin' Gtime,

I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
D₇We sang every song that driver knew

CFreedom's just another word for Gnothin' left to lose
D₇Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't Gfree

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And feelin' good was easy, lord,
oh, when he sang the Gblues
You know D₇feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby G AMcGee

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of E₇my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the Acold

One day up near Salinas, lo-ord,

I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that A₇home and I hope he Dfinds it
Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for one Asingle yesterday
To be E₇holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

DFreedom's just another word for Anothin' left to lose
E₇Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left Ame.
Well, Dfeelin' good was easy, lo-o-ord,
when he sang the Ablues.
And E₇feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby AMcGee yeah.