Me and Bobby McGee’s chords and progressionsĪs a chord enthusiast, I find Me and Bobby McGee’s chords intriguing. Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh. Hey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah. I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come on. Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man. Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah. Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na. La-da-da, la-da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da. La, la-la-la-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah, oh yeah. La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah. La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da. That feelin’ good was good enough for me, mm-hm. Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah.īut if feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it.īut, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday. One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away. Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done. There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Key changeįrom the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun, You know feelin’ good was good enough for me, yeah. Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no-no.Īnd feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. Chorus 1įreedom is just another word for nothin’ left to lose. Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I’s holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine. I’s playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues. I pulled my harpoon, out of my dirty red bandana. When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans.īobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained.Īnd rode us all the way into New Orleans. Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train.
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