v.1
^CBusted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
^CI was feelin' nearly faded as my ^Gjeans
^GBobbi thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
^GTook us all the way to New Or^Cleans

Well I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
Was playin' soft while Bobbi sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time, Bobbi clappin' hands
We finally sang up every song that driver knew

Chorus:
^FFreedom's just another word for ^Cnothin' left to lose
^GNothin ain't worth nothin' but it's ^Cfree
^FFeelin' good was easy Lord when ^CBobbi sang the blues
^GFeelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me an' Bobbi Mc^CGee

v.2
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobbi shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, lord, through everything we done
Every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Lookin' for that home I hope she finds
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobbi's body next to mine

Rpt. Ch.