Chords for Kris Kristofferson Best of All Possible Worlds
Tempo:
106.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
E
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[E] I was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening [A] train and kill that old
familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [D] brain, but when I tipped my bottle back, I
smacked into a cop I [G] didn't see.
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a [A] fool.
I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [D] saw a man locked in that jail
of yours who wasn't just as low down [G] for his plea.
Well that was when [F#m] someone [G#] turned [Am] out the lights, [D] and I wound up in jail to [G] spend the
night and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [Am] girls [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[E] Well I woke up next morning feeling like my head was [A] gone, and like my thick old tongue
was licking something sick and wrong, [D] and I told that man I'd sell my soul for something
wet and cold as [G] that old cell.
[E] That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up his sympathy, [A] then poured himself another
beer and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't
even buy [G] the smell.
I said I knew [Bm] there was something I [G#] liked about [A] this [B] town, [C] [D] but it takes more than that
to bring [G] me down, down, down, cause there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this
best of all possible [G] worlds.
[A] [G] Well [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't gonna set me free, [B] and I'd be leaving town
if I knew what was good for me.
[E] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about [A] my health.
[F#] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] cause I've enjoyed about as much
of this as I can stand, [E] and I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothing
[A] else, cause there's [C#] still a lot of [G#m] drinks [A#] that I [Bm] ain't drunk, [D#] [E] lots of pretty thoughts
that I [A] ain't fucked, oh yeah, Lord there's still so many lonely [D] girls [Bm] in [E] this best of
all possible [A] worlds.
[G] [F#] [B]
[E]
[E] I was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening [A] train and kill that old
familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [D] brain, but when I tipped my bottle back, I
smacked into a cop I [G] didn't see.
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a [A] fool.
I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [D] saw a man locked in that jail
of yours who wasn't just as low down [G] for his plea.
Well that was when [F#m] someone [G#] turned [Am] out the lights, [D] and I wound up in jail to [G] spend the
night and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [Am] girls [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[E] Well I woke up next morning feeling like my head was [A] gone, and like my thick old tongue
was licking something sick and wrong, [D] and I told that man I'd sell my soul for something
wet and cold as [G] that old cell.
[E] That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up his sympathy, [A] then poured himself another
beer and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't
even buy [G] the smell.
I said I knew [Bm] there was something I [G#] liked about [A] this [B] town, [C] [D] but it takes more than that
to bring [G] me down, down, down, cause there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this
best of all possible [G] worlds.
[A] [G] Well [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't gonna set me free, [B] and I'd be leaving town
if I knew what was good for me.
[E] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about [A] my health.
[F#] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] cause I've enjoyed about as much
of this as I can stand, [E] and I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothing
[A] else, cause there's [C#] still a lot of [G#m] drinks [A#] that I [Bm] ain't drunk, [D#] [E] lots of pretty thoughts
that I [A] ain't fucked, oh yeah, Lord there's still so many lonely [D] girls [Bm] in [E] this best of
all possible [A] worlds.
[G] [F#] [B]
[E]
Key:
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] I was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening [A] train and kill that old
familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [D] brain, but when I tipped my bottle back, I
smacked into a cop I [G] didn't see. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a [A] fool.
I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [D] saw a man locked in that jail
of yours who wasn't just as low down [G] for his plea.
_ Well that was when [F#m] someone [G#] turned [Am] out the lights, _ [D] and I wound up in jail to [G] spend the
night _ and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [Am] girls [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _ _ _
[E] Well I woke up next morning feeling like my head was [A] gone, and like my thick old tongue
was licking something sick and wrong, [D] and I told that man I'd sell my soul for something
wet and cold as [G] that old cell. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up his sympathy, [A] then poured himself another
beer and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't
even buy [G] the smell.
I said I knew [Bm] there was something I [G#] liked about [A] this [B] town, [C] _ [D] but it takes more than that
to bring [G] me down, down, down, cause there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this
best of all possible [G] worlds.
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] Well [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't gonna set me free, [B] and I'd be leaving town
if I knew what was good for me.
[E] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about [A] my health. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] cause I've enjoyed about as much
of this as I can stand, [E] and I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothing
[A] else, _ _ cause there's [C#] still a lot of [G#m] drinks [A#] that I [Bm] ain't drunk, _ [D#] [E] lots of pretty thoughts
that I [A] ain't fucked, oh yeah, Lord there's still so many lonely [D] girls [Bm] in [E] this best of
all possible [A] worlds.
_ [G] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] I was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening [A] train and kill that old
familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [D] brain, but when I tipped my bottle back, I
smacked into a cop I [G] didn't see. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a [A] fool.
I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [D] saw a man locked in that jail
of yours who wasn't just as low down [G] for his plea.
_ Well that was when [F#m] someone [G#] turned [Am] out the lights, _ [D] and I wound up in jail to [G] spend the
night _ and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [Am] girls [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _ _ _
[E] Well I woke up next morning feeling like my head was [A] gone, and like my thick old tongue
was licking something sick and wrong, [D] and I told that man I'd sell my soul for something
wet and cold as [G] that old cell. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up his sympathy, [A] then poured himself another
beer and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't
even buy [G] the smell.
I said I knew [Bm] there was something I [G#] liked about [A] this [B] town, [C] _ [D] but it takes more than that
to bring [G] me down, down, down, cause there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this
best of all possible [G] worlds.
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] Well [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't gonna set me free, [B] and I'd be leaving town
if I knew what was good for me.
[E] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about [A] my health. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] cause I've enjoyed about as much
of this as I can stand, [E] and I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothing
[A] else, _ _ cause there's [C#] still a lot of [G#m] drinks [A#] that I [Bm] ain't drunk, _ [D#] [E] lots of pretty thoughts
that I [A] ain't fucked, oh yeah, Lord there's still so many lonely [D] girls [Bm] in [E] this best of
all possible [A] worlds.
_ [G] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
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