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, 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 Tell me why I never saw No man locked in this jail of yours Who wasn't just low down poor as me
And that's when someone turned out the lights Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the night And I dreamed of all the wine and lonely girls In this best of all possible worlds
Next mornin' woke up feelin' 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, came and whispered in my ear Booze was just a dime a bottle Boy, you couldn't even buy the smell
I said, I knew there's 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 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 ever needed nothing else
Cause there's still alot of 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