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 your's 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 Id be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me
I said, it's nice to learn that everybody's so
concerned about my
Health.
(they were obsessed with it)
I said, I wont be leavin' no more quicker than I can
cause Ive enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I dont need this town of yours more than I never
needed nothin'
Else.
cause theres 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.