Chords for Kris Kristofferson ~ Best Of All Possible Worlds
Tempo:
106.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
D
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[F] I [E] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening train [A] and kill that old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled brain.
[D] But when I tipped my bottle back, I smacked into a cop I didn't [G] see.
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool.
[A] I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never saw [D] a man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't just as low-down poor [G] as me.
Well, that [Bm] was when [F#m] someone [Am] turned out the lights, [D] and I wound up in jail to spend [G] the night, and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[E] Well, I woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone, [A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong, [Am] and I told that [D] 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 of the sympathy [A] and 47 of the fear, and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
I said, I [Bm] knew there was [F#m] something I [G] liked about [A] this [C] town, [D] but it takes more than that to [G] bring me down, down, down, because there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] [D] in this best of all possible worlds.
[G] Well, [A]
[F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't going to 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.
[G#] [F#] I said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] because 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 [A] nothing else.
Oh, there's still [B] a lot of [A] drinks that [B] I ain't drunk, [D] [E] and lots of pretty thoughts that I [A] ain't fucked.
Oh, yeah.
Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls [Bm] [E] in this best of all possible [A] worlds.
[G] [F#]
Boy, they're a good time in the bar, a [B]
fine time.
[E]
[F] I [E] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening train [A] and kill that old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled brain.
[D] But when I tipped my bottle back, I smacked into a cop I didn't [G] see.
[E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool.
[A] I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never saw [D] a man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't just as low-down poor [G] as me.
Well, that [Bm] was when [F#m] someone [Am] turned out the lights, [D] and I wound up in jail to spend [G] the night, and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this best of all [G] possible worlds.
[E] Well, I woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone, [A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong, [Am] and I told that [D] 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 of the sympathy [A] and 47 of the fear, and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
I said, I [Bm] knew there was [F#m] something I [G] liked about [A] this [C] town, [D] but it takes more than that to [G] bring me down, down, down, because there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] [D] in this best of all possible worlds.
[G] Well, [A]
[F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't going to 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.
[G#] [F#] I said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] because 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 [A] nothing else.
Oh, there's still [B] a lot of [A] drinks that [B] I ain't drunk, [D] [E] and lots of pretty thoughts that I [A] ain't fucked.
Oh, yeah.
Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls [Bm] [E] in this best of all possible [A] worlds.
[G] [F#]
Boy, they're a good time in the bar, a [B]
fine time.
[E]
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] I [E] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening train [A] and kill that old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled brain.
[D] But when I tipped my bottle back, I smacked into a cop I didn't [G] see. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool.
[A] I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never saw [D] a man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't just as low-down poor [G] as me.
_ _ Well, that [Bm] was when [F#m] someone [Am] turned out the lights, _ _ [D] and I wound up in jail to spend [G] the night, _ and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _ _
_ [E] Well, I woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone, [A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong, [Am] and I told that [D] 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 of the sympathy [A] and 47 of the fear, and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
_ I said, I [Bm] knew there was [F#m] something I [G] liked about [A] this [C] town, _ [D] but it takes more than that to [G] bring me down, down, down, because there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] _ [D] in this best of all possible worlds.
_ [G] _ Well, _ [A] _ _
_ [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't going to 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. _ _ _ _
_ [G#] [F#] I said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] because 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 [A] nothing else.
_ Oh, there's still [B] a lot of [A] drinks that [B] I ain't drunk, [D] _ _ [E] and lots of pretty thoughts that I [A] ain't fucked.
Oh, yeah.
Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls _ [Bm] [E] in this best of all possible [A] worlds.
_ _ [G] _ [F#]
Boy, they're a good time in the bar, a [B]
fine time.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] I [E] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch the evening train [A] and kill that old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled brain.
[D] But when I tipped my bottle back, I smacked into a cop I didn't [G] see. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] That police man said, Mr.
Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool.
[A] I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never saw [D] a man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't just as low-down poor [G] as me.
_ _ Well, that [Bm] was when [F#m] someone [Am] turned out the lights, _ _ [D] and I wound up in jail to spend [G] the night, _ and dream of all the wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] in [D] this best of all [G] possible worlds. _ _ _ _
_ [E] Well, I woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone, [A] and like my thick old tongue was licking something sick and wrong, [Am] and I told that [D] 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 of the sympathy [A] and 47 of the fear, and came and whispered in my [D] ear, if booze was just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [G] buy the smell.
_ I said, I [Bm] knew there was [F#m] something I [G] liked about [A] this [C] town, _ [D] but it takes more than that to [G] bring me down, down, down, because there's still a lot of wine and [C] lonely girls [Am] _ [D] in this best of all possible worlds.
_ [G] _ Well, _ [A] _ _
_ [F#] they finally came and told me they wasn't going to 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. _ _ _ _
_ [G#] [F#] I said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I can, [B] because 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 [A] nothing else.
_ Oh, there's still [B] a lot of [A] drinks that [B] I ain't drunk, [D] _ _ [E] and lots of pretty thoughts that I [A] ain't fucked.
Oh, yeah.
Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls _ [Bm] [E] in this best of all possible [A] worlds.
_ _ [G] _ [F#]
Boy, they're a good time in the bar, a [B]
fine time.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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