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GBusted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeD₇ans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New OrlGeanCsG​
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while BoG₇bby sang the bluesC​
Windshield wipers slappin' time,G​
I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
D₇We sang every song that driver knew

CFreedom's just another word for nGothin' left to lose
D₇Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't frGee
CAnd feelin' good was easy, lord,
oh, when he sang the bluGes
You know feD₇elin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGGeeA​

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of mE₇y soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cAold
One day up near Salinas, lo-ord,
I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that hoA₇me and I hope he fiDnds it
Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for one sAingle yesterday
To be hE₇oldin' Bobby's body next to mine

DFreedom's just another word for noAthin' left to lose
E₇Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left meA.
Well, feDelin' good was easy, lo-o-ord,
when he sang the blAues.
And fE₇eelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGAee yeah.