E7 E7 E7 E7 La da da da da da da da la da da da da, E7 E7 A A La da da da me and Bobby McGee A A A A La da da, la da, la da da da da da da da A A E7 E7 La da da da me and Bobby McGee. A A A A La da da, la da, la da da da da da da A A E7 E7 La da da da me and Bobby McGee. E7 E7 E7 E7 Buddy, that was good enough for me, E7 E7 A A Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. D D A A Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. E7 E7 A A Nothin' left is all she left for me. D D A A And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday E7 E7 E7 E7 holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.ĭ D A A Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waitin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna And was playing soft While Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We. A A A A Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away A A7 D D Lookin' for the home and I hope she'll find. E7 E7 E7 E7 Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I'd done, E7 E7 A A Every night she kept me from the cold. A A A A From the coal mines of Kentuckyto the California sun A A E7 E7 Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. D7 D7 D7 D7 Feelin' good was good enough for me, D7 D7 G G A A Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. C C G G Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Cifrado: Principal (guitarra y guitarra eléctrica) Favoritar Cifra. D7 D7 G G Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
#Me and bobby mcgee letra driver#
C C G G With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' time, we fin'lly D7 D7 D7 D7 Sang up every song that driver knewĬ C G G Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. G G G G I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana G G7 C C And was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues. D7 D7 G - C G Took us all the way into New Orleans. para devorarlo todo con los ojos y con los poros (que es bien lindo asi)e imaginar y recrear a Janis aproximandose -sonriente y stone- como si nada a todo.G - C G - C G - C G - C G G G G Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for a train G G D7 D7 feelin' near as faded as my jeans, D7 D7 D7 D7 Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained. Ese unico dia recorriendo San Francisco, habia que llegar antes que nada a Haight y Ashbury st. Me recarga, es como un electroshock que se dispara por la espina, y cualquier momento o pensamiento tedioso es fulminado.
Una de las pocas cosas que no me cansan en esta vida es ver y oir a Janis. Sus trabajos están muy bien fundamentados en documentos y en el conocimiento de la escritura.īueno, que lindo que hayas incluido a Janis y muchas gracias. Sus investigaciones van a contracorriente de corrientes dominantes como la etnohistoria y los estudios postcoloniales. Sabine MacCormack es una gran filóloga e historiadora formada en las letras clásicas y que luego se ha dedicado al mundo andino. Otra canción feminista escrita por un hombre es Candy Says, de Lou Reed y que aquí interpreta Antony: I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,Ĭ'mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord. Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.Lord, Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,īut feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,īut I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterdayįreedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away, Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done, Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. You know feeling good was good enough for me,įrom the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun, Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.Īnd feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,įreedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, Me and Bobby McGee Lyrics: Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train / Feeling nearly faded as my jeans / Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained / Took us all the way to New. I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
Busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for a trainĪnd I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.īobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
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