[ Предположительная тональность: D ] D Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train, A Feeling nearly faded as my jeans, A Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained, D Took us all the way to New Orleans. D I took my harp out of my dirty red bandanna, D7 G I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues, G D Windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobby clappin' hands, A D D7 We fin'ly sang near every song that driver knew. CHORUS G D Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do. A D D7 Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. G D Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. A Feelin' good was good enough for me, A D Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. D From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, D7 G Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, G D Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I done, A D D7 Bobby's body kept me from the cold. D Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, D7 G Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds it, G D And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday A D D7 Holding Bobby's body close to mine. CHORUS G D Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do. A D D7 Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. G D Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. A Feelin' good was good enough for me, A D Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. CHORUS G D Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do. A D D7 Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. G D Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. A Feelin' good was good enough for me, A D Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.