Tono: G
Introducción: G C/G G C/G G
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
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When I' s feelin' near as faded as my jeans
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Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
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And rode us all the way into New Orleans
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I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
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I' s playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
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Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby' s hand in mine
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We sang every song that driver knew
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Freedom' s just another word for nothin' left to lose
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Nothin' , it ain' t nothin' honey, if it ain' t free
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And feelin' good was easy, lord, oh, when he sang the blues
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You know feelin' good was good enough for me
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
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From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
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Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
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Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
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Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold
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One day up near Salinas, lo-ord, I let him slip away
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He' s lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
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Well I' d trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
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To be holdin' Bobby' s body next to mine
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Freedom' s just another word for nothin' left to lose
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Nothin' , and that' s all that Bobby left me
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Well, feelin' good was easy, lo-o-ord, when he sang the blues
E7
And feelin' good was good enough for me
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Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee yeah
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La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
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La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah
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Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
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Laa la laa la daada Bobby McGee-ah yeah
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La di da, ladida LA dida LA di daa, ladida LA dida LA di daa
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Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
E7
Lo lo LO lolo LO lo laa, lololo LO lolo LO lolo LO lolo LO la laa
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Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
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Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man
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I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
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C' mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
E7
Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh
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Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, lord