| C |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train |
| G7 |
| When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my | jeans |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
| C | F/C | C |
| And rode us all the way into New Or | leans | | |
| C |
| I | pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
| C7 | F |
| I’s playin’ soft while B | obby sang the bl | ues |
| F | C |
| Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was | holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine |
| G7 |
| We sang every song that driver knew |
| F | C |
| Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
| G7 | C |
| Nothin’, it ain’t nothin’ hon’, if it ain’t fr | ee |
| F | C |
| And | feelin’ good was easy, lord, oh, | when he sang the blues |
| G7 |
| You know | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| C |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| D |
| From the | Kentucky coal mines to the California sun |
| A7 |
| Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of m | y soul |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
| D |
| Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the | cold |
| D |
| One | day up near Salinas, lord, I let him slip away |
| D7 | G |
| He’s lookin’ for that h | ome and I hope he f | inds it |
| D |
| Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for one | single yesterday |
| A7 |
| To be | holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine |
| G | D |
| Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
| A7 | D |
| Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left | me |
| G | D |
| Well, | feelin’ good was easy, lo | rd, when he sang the blues |
| A7 |
| And | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| D |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| D |
| La da | da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa |
| A7 |
| La da da da daa dadada Bobby Mc | Geeah |
Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
| D |
| Laa la laa la daada Bobby Mc | Geeah yeah |
| D |
| La di | da, ladida la dida la di daa, ladida la dida la di daa |
| A7 |
| Hey now Bobby now now Bobby Mc | Gee yeah |
Lo lo lo lolo lo lo laa, lololo lo lolo lo lolo lo lolo lo la laa
| D |
| Hey now Bobby no no Bobby McG | ee yeah |
| D |
| Lord, I | called him my lover, I called him my man |
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
| A7 |
| C’mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McG | ee, yeah |
Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh
| D |
| Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McG | ee, lord |
