Chords for Ramblin' Jack Elliott - Me & Bobby McGee
Tempo:
161.75 bpm
Chords used:
A
C
E
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[A] [G]
[C]
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the trains, feeling nearly faded [G] as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed the diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [A] New Orleans.
[C] I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana and was blowing sad while Bobby sang [F] the blues.
With them winch-eel wipers [D] slapping [C] time and Bobby clapping hands, we finally [G] sang up every song that [C] drivers.
[F]
Freedom's just another [C] word for nothing left to lose, [Ebm] [G]
nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free.
[F]
Feeling good was easy, Lord, [C] when Bobby sang the blues, [G]
and, buddy, that was good enough for [G] me.
Good enough for me, Bobby
[C] McGee.
[A] Run down to A, [A]
old man of Kentucky, to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of [E] my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done, and every night you kept me from [A] the cold.
Hopping somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for a home I hope she'll [D] find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
[E] holding Bobby's body next to [A] mine.
[D] Freedom's just another [A] word for nothing left to lose, [E] nothing left was all she left for [A] me.
[D] Feeling good was easy, Lord, [A] when Bobby sang the blues, [E] and, buddy, that was [E] good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby [A] McGee.
[Ab]
La la la la la la la, la la la la la.
Chris always ended it with the la la la thing, I've never been good on la la's.
La la la la la and [E] Bobby McGee.
[E]
And [A] Bobby McGee.
Thank you.
[N]
[A] [G]
[C]
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the trains, feeling nearly faded [G] as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed the diesel down just before it rained, took us all the way to [A] New Orleans.
[C] I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana and was blowing sad while Bobby sang [F] the blues.
With them winch-eel wipers [D] slapping [C] time and Bobby clapping hands, we finally [G] sang up every song that [C] drivers.
[F]
Freedom's just another [C] word for nothing left to lose, [Ebm] [G]
nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free.
[F]
Feeling good was easy, Lord, [C] when Bobby sang the blues, [G]
and, buddy, that was good enough for [G] me.
Good enough for me, Bobby
[C] McGee.
[A] Run down to A, [A]
old man of Kentucky, to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of [E] my soul.
Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done, and every night you kept me from [A] the cold.
Hopping somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, looking for a home I hope she'll [D] find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
[E] holding Bobby's body next to [A] mine.
[D] Freedom's just another [A] word for nothing left to lose, [E] nothing left was all she left for [A] me.
[D] Feeling good was easy, Lord, [A] when Bobby sang the blues, [E] and, buddy, that was [E] good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby [A] McGee.
[Ab]
La la la la la la la, la la la la la.
Chris always ended it with the la la la thing, I've never been good on la la's.
La la la la la and [E] Bobby McGee.
[E]
And [A] Bobby McGee.
Thank you.
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Busted flat in Baton Rouge, _ headed for the trains, _ _ feeling nearly faded [G] as my jeans. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Bobby thumbed the diesel down just before it rained, _ _ took us all the way to [A] New Orleans.
[C] I _ _ _ _ _ _ pulled my _ harpoon out of my dirty red _ bandana _ and was blowing sad while Bobby sang [F] the blues.
_ _ _ _ With them winch-eel wipers [D] slapping [C] time and Bobby clapping hands, we finally [G] sang up every song that [C] drivers. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
Freedom's just another [C] word for nothing left to lose, [Ebm] _ [G] _
nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
Feeling good was easy, Lord, [C] when Bobby sang the blues, [G] _
and, buddy, that was good enough for [G] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Good enough for me, Bobby _
[C] _ _ McGee.
_ [A] Run down to A, [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
old man of Kentucky, to the _ California sun, _ _ Bobby shared the secrets of [E] my soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Standing right beside me, Lord, _ through everything I'd done, _ _ and every night you kept me from [A] the cold. _ _ _ _
Hopping somewhere near Salinas, _ Lord, I let her slip away, _ _ looking for a home I hope she'll [D] find. _ _ _
And I'd trade all my _ tomorrows for a single _ yesterday, _
_ _ [E] holding _ Bobby's body next to [A] mine. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Freedom's just another _ [A] word for nothing left to _ lose, [E] _ nothing left was all she left for [A] _ _ _ me. _
_ _ [D] _ _ Feeling good was easy, Lord, [A] when Bobby sang the blues, _ [E] _ and, buddy, that was [E] good enough for _ me. _ _
_ _ _ _ Good enough for me and Bobby _ [A] McGee. _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ La la la la la la la, _ la la la la la.
Chris always ended it with the la la la thing, I've never been good on la la's.
_ _ La la la la la and [E] Bobby McGee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [A] Bobby McGee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Thank you.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Busted flat in Baton Rouge, _ headed for the trains, _ _ feeling nearly faded [G] as my jeans. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Bobby thumbed the diesel down just before it rained, _ _ took us all the way to [A] New Orleans.
[C] I _ _ _ _ _ _ pulled my _ harpoon out of my dirty red _ bandana _ and was blowing sad while Bobby sang [F] the blues.
_ _ _ _ With them winch-eel wipers [D] slapping [C] time and Bobby clapping hands, we finally [G] sang up every song that [C] drivers. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
Freedom's just another [C] word for nothing left to lose, [Ebm] _ [G] _
nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
Feeling good was easy, Lord, [C] when Bobby sang the blues, [G] _
and, buddy, that was good enough for [G] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Good enough for me, Bobby _
[C] _ _ McGee.
_ [A] Run down to A, [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
old man of Kentucky, to the _ California sun, _ _ Bobby shared the secrets of [E] my soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Standing right beside me, Lord, _ through everything I'd done, _ _ and every night you kept me from [A] the cold. _ _ _ _
Hopping somewhere near Salinas, _ Lord, I let her slip away, _ _ looking for a home I hope she'll [D] find. _ _ _
And I'd trade all my _ tomorrows for a single _ yesterday, _
_ _ [E] holding _ Bobby's body next to [A] mine. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Freedom's just another _ [A] word for nothing left to _ lose, [E] _ nothing left was all she left for [A] _ _ _ me. _
_ _ [D] _ _ Feeling good was easy, Lord, [A] when Bobby sang the blues, _ [E] _ and, buddy, that was [E] good enough for _ me. _ _
_ _ _ _ Good enough for me and Bobby _ [A] McGee. _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ La la la la la la la, _ la la la la la.
Chris always ended it with the la la la thing, I've never been good on la la's.
_ _ La la la la la and [E] Bobby McGee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [A] Bobby McGee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Thank you.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _