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