Bobby MC Gee   Chris Kristoffersen und Fred Foster  

 

Busted flat in baton rouge, headin’ for a train feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna and was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues

with them windshield wipers slappin’ time and Bobby clappin’ hands

we fin’ly sang up ev’ry song that driver knew.

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.

Feelin’ good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues and feelin’ good was good enough for me,

good enough for me and Bobby MC Gee.

 

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Standing right beside me Lord through every thing I done and every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away looking for the home and I hope she’ll find.

An I’ll  trade all my  tomorrows for a single yesterday, holding Bobby’s body next to mine

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, nothin’ left is all she left for me.

Feelin’ good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues and feelin’ good was good enough for me,

good enough for me and Bobby MC Gee.

 

C       C        C        C         C         C        G7      G7

G7    G7     G7      G7       G7      G7        C        C

C      C        C        C         C         C7        F        F

F       F        C        C         G7      G7        C       C7

Refrain

F       F        C        C        G7        G7       C        C7

F       F        C        C        G7        G7      G7      G7

G7    G7     C        C:||