The Singing Scoutmaster: Me and Bobbie McGee

GBusted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains

feelin' nearly faded as my D7jeans

D7Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

Took us all the way to New Or Gleans

GI took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

And was blowin' sad while Bobby sung the Cblues,

CWith them windshield wipers slapping time,

and GBobby clapping hands with mine

We D7sang every song that driver Gknew

CFreedom's just another word for Gnothing left to lose

D7Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's Gfree

CFeeling good was easy, Lord, when GBobby sang the blues

D7Feeling good was good enough for me;

good enough for me and bobby Mc GGee.

From the Gcoal mines of Kentucky to the California sun

Bobby shared the secrets of my D7soul

D7Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done

Every night she kept me from the Gcold

GThen somewhere near Selinas Lord, I let her slip away

Lookin' for the home |I hope she'll Cfind

CBut I'd trade all my tomorrows for a Gsingle yesterday

D7holdin' Bobby's body next to Gmine

CFreedom's just another word for Gnothing left to lose

D7Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's Gfree

CFeeling good was easy, Lord, when GBobby sang the blues

D7Feeling good was good enough for me;

good enough for me and bobby Mc GGee.

GLa, la, la......... La, la, la......me and Bobby Mc D7Gee

D7La, la, la......... La, la, la......me and Bobby Mc GGee

GLa, la, la......... La, la, la......me and Bobby Mc D7Gee

D7La, la, la......... La, la, la......me and Bobby Mc GGee