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Me andd Bobbyy McGeee

Kriss Kristofferrson

(A) Busteed flat in BBaton Rouge, headdin’ for thhe trains
feeelin’ neaarly fadedd as my (E7) jeans
(E7) Bobbby thumbbed a diessel down, just befoore it rainned

T Took us all the wayy to New Or-(A)-leeans
(A) I tookk my harppoon out of my dirrty red baandana
A And was bblowin’ saad while ((A7) Bobby sung tthe (D) bblues,
(D) With tthem winndshield wwipers slaapping timme,
A And (A) BBobby clapping hannds, we ffinally

((E7) sang up everry song thhat driver r (A) kneew

C Chorus :
(D) Freeddom’s justt anotherr word forr (A) nothhing left tto lose
(E7) Nothhin’ ain’t wworth notthin’, but it’s (A) ffree
(D) Feelinng good wwas easy, Lord, whhen (A) BBobby sanng the bluues

(E7) Feeling good was goodd enough for me;
G Good enouugh for mme and boobby Mc-((A)-Gee.

F From the (A) coal mines of Kentuckyy to the CCalifornia sun

B Bobby shaared the ssecrets off my (E7)) soul
(E7) Stanndin’ rightt beside mme, Lord, through everythinng I’d donne
E Every nighht she kept me froom the (AA) cold
(A) Then somewheere near SSelinas Loord, I let her slip aaway
L Lookin’ forr the homme (A7) II hope she’ll (D) find
(D) But I’’d trade aall my tommorrows ffor a (A) single yeesterday

(E7) holdin’ Bobbyy’s body nnext to (AA) mine

C Chorus

(A) La, la, la……… La, la, la………me annd Bobby Mc (E7) Gee

(E7) La, la, la………… La, la, laa……me aand Bobbyy Mc (A) Gee

C Chorus [EEnd]

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