| Song | It Coulda Been Me |
| Artist | Social Distortion |
| Album | Social Distortion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ness | |
| I got friends who are in prison, | |
| Friends who are dead. | |
| I'm gonna tell you 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 me 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 on 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. |
| zuo ci : Ness | |
| I got friends who are in prison, | |
| Friends who are dead. | |
| I' m gonna tell you 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 me 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 junkiecops on 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. |
| zuò cí : Ness | |
| I got friends who are in prison, | |
| Friends who are dead. | |
| I' m gonna tell you 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 me 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 junkiecops on 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. |