Best Of All Possible Worlds Chords by Kris Kristofferson
Tempo:
127.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
I [E] was running through the summer rain and trying to catch that evening [D] train [A] and kill the old familiar pain.
Weaving through my tangled [D] brain.
When I tripped my bottle back I smacked into a cop.
I [G] didn't see.
Big mistake.
That [E] police man said, Mr.
Kruel, 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 either black [A] or poor [G] as me.
Well that was when someone turned out the [C] lights.
[D] I wound up in jail to [G] spend the night.
[D] True story.
[G] And dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [G] girls [Am]
[D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
Well I [E] woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone [D]
[A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong.
[D] I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold [G] as that old sale.
And I would have.
[E] That kind of jailer grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy.
[D] [A]
Bought himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
[D] if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
I said I knew there was something I liked about [C] this town.
[G] [D] It takes more than that to bring [G] me down, [D] down, down.
Cause [G] there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls.
[A] I wrote [N] this a long time ago.
[D] In this best of all possible [G] worlds.
[F] [E]
Did you know that in the [A] USA, in the land of the free, we got more people behind bars [D] than any nation on the planet?
[A] That's right, son.
[G] We're number one.
[E] They finally came and told me they were gonna set me free.
[A] I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for me.
[D] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned [G] about my health.
[E] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can.
[D] [A] Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.
[D] I don't need this town a year's more than I never needed nothing [G] else.
There's still a lot of drinks that I [C] ain't [G] drunk.
[D] Lots of pretty thoughts that [G] I ain't thought.
[D] [G] And Lord, there's still so many [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[F#] [E]
When Roger Miller recorded this [A] song, he went out with a great scat that was very funny.
But I'm not Roger, so I'll [D] just quit right here.
Thank you.
[G]
I [E] was running through the summer rain and trying to catch that evening [D] train [A] and kill the old familiar pain.
Weaving through my tangled [D] brain.
When I tripped my bottle back I smacked into a cop.
I [G] didn't see.
Big mistake.
That [E] police man said, Mr.
Kruel, 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 either black [A] or poor [G] as me.
Well that was when someone turned out the [C] lights.
[D] I wound up in jail to [G] spend the night.
[D] True story.
[G] And dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [G] girls [Am]
[D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
Well I [E] woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone [D]
[A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong.
[D] I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold [G] as that old sale.
And I would have.
[E] That kind of jailer grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy.
[D] [A]
Bought himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
[D] if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
I said I knew there was something I liked about [C] this town.
[G] [D] It takes more than that to bring [G] me down, [D] down, down.
Cause [G] there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls.
[A] I wrote [N] this a long time ago.
[D] In this best of all possible [G] worlds.
[F] [E]
Did you know that in the [A] USA, in the land of the free, we got more people behind bars [D] than any nation on the planet?
[A] That's right, son.
[G] We're number one.
[E] They finally came and told me they were gonna set me free.
[A] I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for me.
[D] I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned [G] about my health.
[E] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can.
[D] [A] Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.
[D] I don't need this town a year's more than I never needed nothing [G] else.
There's still a lot of drinks that I [C] ain't [G] drunk.
[D] Lots of pretty thoughts that [G] I ain't thought.
[D] [G] And Lord, there's still so many [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[F#] [E]
When Roger Miller recorded this [A] song, he went out with a great scat that was very funny.
But I'm not Roger, so I'll [D] just quit right here.
Thank you.
[G]
Key:
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D
A
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C
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I [E] was running through the summer rain and trying to catch that evening [D] train [A] and kill the old familiar pain.
Weaving through my tangled [D] brain.
When I tripped my bottle back I smacked into a cop.
I [G] didn't see. _ _
_ Big mistake. _ _
_ That [E] police man said, Mr.
Kruel, 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 either black [A] or poor [G] as me. _ _ _
Well that was when someone turned out the [C] lights. _ _ _
[D] I wound up in jail to [G] spend the night.
[D] True story. _
[G] And dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] _ _
[D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _
Well I [E] woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone [D]
[A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong.
[D] I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold [G] as that old sale.
_ _ And I would have.
_ _ _ _ [E] That kind of jailer grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy.
[D] _ [A]
Bought himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
[D] if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
_ _ _ I said I knew there was something I liked about [C] this town.
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] It takes more than that to bring [G] me down, [D] down, down.
Cause [G] there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls.
_ [A] _ I wrote [N] this a long time ago.
_ _ [D] In this best of all possible [G] worlds.
_ _ _ [F] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Did you know that in the [A] USA, in the land of the free, _ _ we got more people behind bars [D] than any nation on the planet? _ _ _ _
[A] That's right, son.
[G] We're number one.
_ _ _ [E] They finally came and told me they were gonna set me free.
_ [A] I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for me.
_ [D] I said it's nice to learn that _ everybody's so concerned [G] about my health.
_ _ _ [E] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can.
[D] [A] Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.
[D] I don't need this town a year's more than I never needed nothing [G] else.
_ _ _ There's still a lot of drinks that I [C] ain't [G] drunk.
_ _ _ _ [D] Lots of pretty thoughts that [G] I ain't thought.
_ [D] _ _ [G] And Lord, there's still so many [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] _ _ [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ When Roger Miller recorded this [A] song, he went out with a great scat that was very funny.
_ _ But I'm not Roger, so I'll [D] just quit right here.
Thank you. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I [E] was running through the summer rain and trying to catch that evening [D] train [A] and kill the old familiar pain.
Weaving through my tangled [D] brain.
When I tripped my bottle back I smacked into a cop.
I [G] didn't see. _ _
_ Big mistake. _ _
_ That [E] police man said, Mr.
Kruel, 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 either black [A] or poor [G] as me. _ _ _
Well that was when someone turned out the [C] lights. _ _ _
[D] I wound up in jail to [G] spend the night.
[D] True story. _
[G] And dream of all the wine and [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] _ _
[D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _
Well I [E] woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone [D]
[A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong.
[D] I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold [G] as that old sale.
_ _ And I would have.
_ _ _ _ [E] That kind of jailer grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy.
[D] _ [A]
Bought himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
[D] if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
_ _ _ I said I knew there was something I liked about [C] this town.
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] It takes more than that to bring [G] me down, [D] down, down.
Cause [G] there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls.
_ [A] _ I wrote [N] this a long time ago.
_ _ [D] In this best of all possible [G] worlds.
_ _ _ [F] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Did you know that in the [A] USA, in the land of the free, _ _ we got more people behind bars [D] than any nation on the planet? _ _ _ _
[A] That's right, son.
[G] We're number one.
_ _ _ [E] They finally came and told me they were gonna set me free.
_ [A] I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for me.
_ [D] I said it's nice to learn that _ everybody's so concerned [G] about my health.
_ _ _ [E] I said I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can.
[D] [A] Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand.
[D] I don't need this town a year's more than I never needed nothing [G] else.
_ _ _ There's still a lot of drinks that I [C] ain't [G] drunk.
_ _ _ _ [D] Lots of pretty thoughts that [G] I ain't thought.
_ [D] _ _ [G] And Lord, there's still so many [C] lonely [G] girls [Am] _ _ [D] in this best of all [G] possible worlds.
_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ When Roger Miller recorded this [A] song, he went out with a great scat that was very funny.
_ _ But I'm not Roger, so I'll [D] just quit right here.
Thank you. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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