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Kris Kristofferson

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Biography

Kris Kristofferson (born 22 June 1936 in Brownsville, Texas, United States) is a singer/songwriter and actor. He is known for such hits as "Me and Bobby McGee", "For the Good Times", "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down", and "Help Me Make It Through the Night". Kristofferson is the sole writer of most of his songs, and he has collaborated with various other figures of the Nashville scene such as Shel Silverstein. In 1985, Kristofferson joined fellow country artists Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash in forming the country music supergroup The Highwaymen. In 2004 Kristofferson was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame.

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  1.  
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    Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train
    Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
    Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
    Took us all away to New Orleans
    I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
    Me And Bobby McGee  -  229,624 plays
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    Take the ribbon from your hair, Shake it loose and let it fall,
    Layin' soft upon my skin. Like the shadows on the wall.
    Come and lay down by my side till the early morning light
    All I'm takin' is your time. Help me make it through the night.
    I don't care what's right or wrong, I don't try to understand.
    Help Me Make It Through The Night  -  169,276 plays
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    Well, I woke up Sunday morning
    With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
    And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
    So I had one more for dessert
    Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
    Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down  -  163,816 plays
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    Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
    The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
    Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
    Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul.
    The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
    Casey's Last Ride  -  149,888 plays
  5.  
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    Spoken:
    A couple of years back, I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio; and while he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd written, I saw that he was about a step away from dyin' and I couldn't help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil.
    It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
    And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold.
    To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul.
    To Beat the Devil  -  102,231 plays
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