Lyrics:

I got friends who are in prison,
Friends who are dead.
I'm gonna tell you 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 me 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 on 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.