Chords for Kenny Rogers Oldies - Me & Bobby McGee
Tempo:
87.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the trains, feeling nearly faded [A] as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [D] New Orleans.
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana, I was playing sad while Bobby [G] sang the blues.
For those windshield wipers slapping [D] time, and Bobby's clapping hands, we [A] finally sang every song that [D] gathered.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another [D] word for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby McGee, from the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, [D] Bobby shared the secrets [A] of my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, and every night she kept me [D] from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for the home I [G] hope she'll find.
I'd trade all of my tomorrows [D] for a single yesterday, [A] holding Bobby's body [D] next to mine.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing left is all she [D] left for me.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby [D] McGee.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, Lord.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [D] New Orleans.
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana, I was playing sad while Bobby [G] sang the blues.
For those windshield wipers slapping [D] time, and Bobby's clapping hands, we [A] finally sang every song that [D] gathered.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another [D] word for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby McGee, from the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, [D] Bobby shared the secrets [A] of my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, and every night she kept me [D] from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for the home I [G] hope she'll find.
I'd trade all of my tomorrows [D] for a single yesterday, [A] holding Bobby's body [D] next to mine.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing left is all she [D] left for me.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby [D] McGee.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, Lord.
Key:
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A
G
D
A
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D
A
_ Flat in Baton Rouge, heading for the trains, feeling nearly faded [A] as my jeans. _ _
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [D] New Orleans. _
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana, I was playing sad while Bobby [G] sang the blues. _
For those windshield wipers slapping [D] time, and Bobby's clapping hands, we [A] finally sang every song that [D] gathered.
_ Whoa, [G] freedom's just another [D] word for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me. _
Bobby McGee, _ from the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, [D] Bobby shared the secrets [A] of my soul.
_ _ Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, and every night she kept me [D] from the cold.
_ Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for the home I [G] hope she'll find.
_ I'd trade all of my tomorrows [D] for a single yesterday, _ [A] holding Bobby's body [D] next to mine.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing left is all she [D] left for me.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby [D] McGee.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, Lord. _ _ _ _
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [D] New Orleans. _
I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana, I was playing sad while Bobby [G] sang the blues. _
For those windshield wipers slapping [D] time, and Bobby's clapping hands, we [A] finally sang every song that [D] gathered.
_ Whoa, [G] freedom's just another [D] word for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me. _
Bobby McGee, _ from the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, [D] Bobby shared the secrets [A] of my soul.
_ _ Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, and every night she kept me [D] from the cold.
_ Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for the home I [G] hope she'll find.
_ I'd trade all of my tomorrows [D] for a single yesterday, _ [A] holding Bobby's body [D] next to mine.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing left is all she [D] left for me.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, [D] Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, [A] feeling good was good enough for me.
Bobby [D] McGee.
Whoa, [G] freedom's just another word [D] for nothing left to lose, [A] nothing ain't worth nothing [D] but it's free.
Whoa, [G] feeling good was easy, Lord. _ _ _ _