Written by Fred Foster/Kris Kristofferson
C (muted) Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train, C G Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans, Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, C Took us all the way to New Orleans, I took my mouth harp out of my old dirty red bandana C7 F I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues, C Those windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands, we fin'lly G C C7 Sang up every song that driver knew. Whoa(Key change) D (muted) From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun D A Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, thru everything I done, D Ev'ry night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, G Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. D I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday A D Dsus2 Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Whoa repest chorus twiceF C Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. G C C7 Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Whoa F C Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. G N/C Dxux2 Feelin' good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.