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