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