(C)Bust ed flat in Bat on Rouge, to the head in’ for the trains,

feel in’ near ly fad ed as my (G7)jeans.

Bob by thumbed a die sel down through just be fore it rained;

took us all the way to New Or (C6)leans.

Then (C)I took my har poon out of my dirt y, red ban dan na and was blow in’ sad while (C7)Bob by sang the (F)blues.

And With them wind shield wip ers slap pin’ time and (C)Bob by clap pin’ hands, we fi n’lly (G7)sang up ev ’ry song that driv er (C)knew.

Free dom’s just an oth er word for (C)noth in’ left to lose.

Noth in’ ain’t worth noth in’, but it’s (C)free.

Feel in’ good was eas y, Lord, when Bob by sang the blues;

and feel in’ good was good e nough for me,

good e nough for me and Bob by Mc (C)Gee.

From the (C)coal mines of Ken tuck y Rouge, to the Cal i for nia sun,

Bob by shared the se crets of my (G7)soul;

stand in’ right be side me, down through ev ’ry thing I done,

ev ’ry night she kept me from the (C6)cold.

Then (C)some where near Sa li nas, Lord, I let her slip a way, na and was look in’ for the (C7)home I hope she’ll (F)find.

And I’d trade all of my to mor rows for a (C)sin gle yes ter day, we fi n’lly (G7)hold in’ Bob by’s bod y next to (C)mine.

Free dom’s just an oth er word for (C)noth in’ left to lose.

Noth in’ left is all she left for (C)me.

Feel in’ good was eas y, Lord, when Bob by sang the blues;

And, bud dy, that was good e nough for me,

good e nough for me and Bob by Mc (C)Gee.

From the (C)Gee.