Me and Bobby McGee

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Genre: Folk Rock, Singer-Songwriter

Writer(s): Kris Kristofferson & Fred Foster

Tempo: 82

Publisher: Jenn Cleary Music LLC – Owns 100% Master

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Themes and Tags: bluesy, melancholy, tragic, Janis Joplin, Kris Kristofferson

Mood: Melancholic

Instrumentation: Female Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keys

Sounds Like: Janis Joplin

Key: G/A

Length: 3:39

Year Released: 1971/2018

Me and Bobby McGee

Kris Kristofferson & Fred Foster

busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
and I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
it rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
we sang every song that driver knew

freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no
and, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
you know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

from the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
there Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

one day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
he’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it
but, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
to be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine

freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
nothin’, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah
but, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
hey, feelin’ good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

la da da….
bobby McGee, yeah
hey, my Bobby
oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
hey, my Bobby
oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah
well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c’mon
hey now, Bobby now
hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah
la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah