I was runnin' through the rain for the evenin' train To kill that old familiar Weavin' through my tangled When I tipped my bottle Smacked into a cop I see
That policeman said, "Mister If you ain't drunk, then a fool" I said, "If that's the law Tell me why I saw No man locked in this jail of Wasn't as low down poor as me?"
And just when someone turned out the lights Yes, and I wound up in jail to the night And the dream of all the wine and lonely In best of all possible worlds
Next mornin' up feelin' like My head was really And my thick old tongue Was lickin' sick and wrong I said, "I'd sell my for something About as wet and as this old cell"
That kindly jailer at me All up with sympathy Then poured himself beer and whispered in my ear "If was just a dime a bottle Boy, you even buy the smell"
I said, "I knew there's I liked about this town" Oh, but it'll take more than that to bring me 'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely In this of all possible worlds
Well, they finally and told me was a gonna set me free And I'd be town If I knew what was for me I said, "It's to learn That everybody's so about my health"
But I won't be leavin' no more quicker I can And I've about as much of this as I can stand And I don't need this town of No more than I needed 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 lonely In this best of all worlds In this best of all possible In best of all possible worlds