(C)Bust ed flat in Bat on Rouge, the wait in’ for a train,

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

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

and rode us all the way to New Or (C)leans.

I pulled my har poon lin out of my dirt y, red ban dan na.

I was play in’ soft while (C7)Bob by sang the (F)blues.

With them wind shield of wip ers slap pin’ time I’s (C)hold in’ Bob by’s hand in mine; be (G7)we sang ev ’ry song that driv er (C)knew.

(F)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.

(F)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 Gee.

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

when I’s Bob by shared the se crets of my (G7)soul.

Stand in’ right be side me, Lord, through ev ’ry thing I done,

and ev ’ry night he kept me from the (C)cold.

One day a near Sa lin as, Lord, I let him slip a way.

na.

I He’s look in’ for that (C7)home I hope he’ll (F)find.

But I’d trade all of my to mor rows for one (C)sin gle yes ter day in to be (G7)hold in’ Bob by’s bod y next to (C)mine.

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

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

(F)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 Gee.

From the Gee.