I got friends who are in prison
Friends who are dead.
I´m gonna tell ya something
That I´ve often said.

You know these things that happen,
That´s just the way it´s supposed to be.
And I can´t help but wonder,
Don´t ya know it coulda been me.

I had a good girl,
Her kisses sweeter than wine.
And I had always hoped
That someday I´d make her mine.

But she ran off and married,
That´s just the way it´s supposed to be.
And I can´t help but wonder,
Don´t ya know it coulda been me.

Well the junkie cops of First Street,
Sticks a needle in his arm.
No, he never meant to do
Anyone no harm.

But he´s buried six feet deep,
That´s just the way it´s supposed to be.
And I can´t help but wonder,
Don´t ya know it coulda been me.

I had me a good girl,
Her kisses sweeter than wine.
And I had always hoped
That someday I´d make her mine