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Me And Bobby McGee D

D Busted flat in baton rouge, D headin for the trains,
Feelin nearly faded as my A7 jeans.
A7 Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new D orleans.

D Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while D7 bobby sang the G blues,
G windshield wipers slappin time and
D Bobby clappin hands and mine
A7 we sang every song That driver knew.

Ch{ G Freedoms just another word for D nothin left to lose,
A And nothin aint worth nothin but its D free,
G Feelin good was easy, lord, when D bobby sang the blues,
A7 Feelin good was good enough for me,
A7 Good enough for me and my bobby D mcgee.

D From the kentucky coalmines to the D california sun,
D Bobby shared the secrets of my A7 soul,
A7 Standin right beside me through everything I done,
A7 And every night she kept me from the D cold.

D The somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away,
D She was lookin for some hope and I hope she’ll G7 find it,
G Well Id trade all my tomorrows for a single D yesterday,
A7 Holdin bobbys body close to A mine.
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