I was running through the summer rain
Waiting for the evening train
To kill that old familiar pain
Weaving through my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back
And smacked into a cop I didn't see
That policeman said "Mr Cool
If you're ain't drunk then you're a fool"
I said "If that's against the law
Tell me why I never saw
No man locked in that jail of yours
Who wasn't just as lowdown poor as me?"
And that was when someone turned out the lights
Yes 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
Next morning I woke up feeling
Like my head was really gone
And like my thick old tongue
Was licking something sick and wrong
I said "I'd sell my soul
For something about as wet and cold
As this old cell"
That kindly jailer looked 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
Oh, but it'll take more than that
To bring me 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 leaving town
If I knew what was good for me
I said "It's nice to learn
That everybody's so concerned
About my health"
But I won't be leaving
No more quicker than I can
And I've enjoyed about as much
Of this as I can stand
And I don't need this town of yours
No more than I never needed nothing else
Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk
Yes and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk
Oh yeah
There's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds
In this best of all possible worlds
In this best of all possible worlds