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Track: Best of All Possible Worlds
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
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Name: Kris Kristofferson
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American singer, songwriter and actor, born 22 June 1936 in Brownsville, Texas, USA; died 28 September 2024 in Maui, Hawaii, USA. Both a respected recording artist and songwriter - among his best known compositions were "Me And Bobby McGee" (1969), "For The Good Times" (1970) and "Help Me Make It Through The Night" (1970) - he was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame in 2004. Kristofferson was married to [a=Rita Coolidge] (2nd marriage) from 1973 until 1980. He was married to [a=Lisa Kristofferson], née Meyers, (3rd marriage) since 1983 and they have five children. One daughter is [a8277490]. • For the Nashville-area photographer, please use [b][a2384880][/b] with appropriate ANV if needed.

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Release: Kris Kristofferson - Me And Bobby McGee
Year: 1971
Genres: Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Country

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I was runnin' thru the summer rain, try'n' to catch that evenin' train
And kill the old familiar pain weavin' thru my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn't see
That police man said, "Mister Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool."
I said, "If that's against the law, then tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't neither black or poor as me?"
Well, that was when someone turned out the lights
And I wound up in jail to spend the night
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.

Well, I woke up next mornin' feelin' like my head was gone
And like my thick old tongue was lickin' something sick and wrong
And I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold as that old cell.
That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with sympathy
Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear,
"If booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn't even buy the smell"
I said, "I knew there was something I liked about this town."
But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down.
'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds

Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
And I'd be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me
I said, "It's nice to learn that ev'rybody's so concerned about my health."
(They were obsessed with it)
I said, "I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can
'Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin' else."
'Cause there's still alot of drinks that I ain't drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk
And lord there's still so many lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds.