ME AND BOBBY McGEE (Kris Kristofferson)

(Each chord is the same length; that's either one measure or
half a measure, depending on how you look at it.)
(For the intro, strum 2 whole-beat G chords, then 4 half-beat C chords.)


[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

             
Busted flat in

            
 Baton Rouge, 

              
waitin' for a 

  
train
             
When I's feeli

             
n' near as fad

             
ed as my jeans
            
Bobby thumbed 

           
a diesel down 

             
just before it

  
 rained
            
And rode us al

            
l the way into

        -     
 New Orleans

             
I pulled my ha

             
rpoon out of m

             
y dirty red ba

  
ndana
             
I's playin' so

            
ft while Bobby

             
 sang the blue

   
s
             
Windshield wip

             
ers slappin' t

             
ime, I was hol

             
din' Bobby's h

and in mine
            
We sang every 

            
song that driv

       
er knew


[Chorus]

             
Freedom's just

             
 another word 

             
for nothin' le

       
ft to lose
            
Nothin', it ai

            
n't nothin' ho

              
ney, if it ain

         
't free
             
And feelin' go

             
od was easy, l

             
ord, oh, when 

            
he sang the bl

ues
            
You know feeli

            
n' good was go

              
od enough for 

   
me
            
Good enough fo

            
r me and my Bo

                  
bby McGee


[Verse 2]

             
From the Kentu

             
cky coal mines

             
 to the Califo

     
rnia sun
             
Yeah Bobby sha

             
red the secret

            
s of my soul
            
Through all ki

            
nds of weather

            
, through ever

           
ything we done
            
Yeah Bobby bab

            
y kept me from

          
 the cold

             
One day up nea

             
r Salinas, lo-

             
ord, I let him

        
 slip away
             
He's lookin' f

            
or that home a

              
nd I hope he f

        
inds it
             
Well I'd trade

             
 all my tomorr

             
ows for one si

           
ngle yesterday
            
To be holdin' 

            
Bobby's body n

           
ext to mine


[Chorus]

             
Freedom's just

             
 another word 

             
for nothin' le

       
ft to lose
            
Nothin', and t

            
hat's all that

               
 Bobby left me
             
Well, feelin' 

             
good was easy,

             
 lo-o-ord, whe

              
n he sang the 


blues
            
And feelin' go

            
od was good en

            
ough for me
            
Good enough fo

            
r me and my Bo

               
bby McGee yeah


[Bridge]

             
La da da, la d

            
a daa, la da d

              
aa da daa da d


aa
             
  La da da da 

             
daa dadada Bob

        
by McGee-ah
            
Laa li daa da 

          
daa daa, la da

         
 daa da daa
            
Laa la laa la 

            
daada Bobby Mc

       
Gee-ah yeah

             
La di da, ladi

             
da LA dida LA 

             
di daa, ladida

          
 LA dida LA di

 daa
            
  Hey now Bobb

              
y now now Bobb

           
y McGee yeah
            
Lo lo LO lolo 

            
LO lo laa, lol

            
olo LO lolo LO

       
 lolo LO lolo 

LO la laa
          
  Hey now Bobb

              
y now now Bobb

         
y McGee yeah


[Chorus]

             
Lord, I called

              
 him my lover,

   
 I called him 

my man
             
I said I calle

              
d him my lover

          
, did the best

 I can
             
C'mon, hey now

             
 Bobby now, he

              
y now Bobby Mc

        
Gee, yeah
            
Lo lo lord, a 

            
lord, a lord, 

            
a lord, a lord

             
, a lord, a lo


rd oh
          
Hey, hey, hey,

             
 Bobby McGee, 

     
lord


[Outro]