I was runnin' through the summer Waiting for the train To kill that old familiar Weavin' through my brain When I tipped my bottle Smacked a cop I didn't see
That said, "Mister Cool If you ain't drunk, then a fool" I said, "If that's the law Tell me why I saw No man in this jail of yours Wasn't just as low down as me?"
And that's just when turned out the lights Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the And the of all the wine and lonely girls In this best of all possible
mornin' woke up feelin' like My was really gone And like my old tongue Was lickin' sick and wrong I said, "I'd sell my for something About as wet and cold as old cell"
That kindly jailer at me All eaten up sympathy Then poured another beer and whispered in my ear "If was just a dime a bottle Boy, you couldn't buy the smell"
I said, "I knew there's something I liked this town" Oh, but it'll more than that to bring me down 'Cause there's still a lot of wine and girls In this best of all worlds
Well, they came and told me They was a set me free And I'd be leavin' If I knew what was for me I said, "It's nice to everybody's so concerned about my health"
But I won't be leavin' no quicker than I can And I've enjoyed about as of this as I can stand And I don't need this town of No more than I never nothin' else"
there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk Yes, and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't Oh yeah, there's still a lot of wine and girls In this best of all possible In this best of all possible In this best of all possible