Worlds Best Tone

I was runnin' thru the summer rain, Waiting for the evenin' train To kill that old familiar pain Weavin' thru my tangled brain When I tipped my bottle back and Smacked into a cop I didn't see That policeman 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 No man locked in this jail of yours Who wasn't just as low down 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 mornin' I woke up feelin' like my head was really gone And like my thick old tongue was lickin' 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 takes 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 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" But 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 no more than I never needed nothin' else" 'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk Yes and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk Oh yes 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