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 policeman said mr. 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 wasn't just as low-down poor as me and that's just when someone turned out
the lights yes and I wound up in jail to spend the night and a dream of all the
whining lonely girls in this best of all possible
next morning woke up feeling like my head was really gone and like my fickle
tongue was looking something sick and wrong I said I'd sell my soul for
something about as wet and cold as this old cell
that kind of jailer looked at me all eaten up with sympathy then poured
himself another beer 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's something I
like about this town oh but it'll take more than that to bring me down cuz
there's still a lot of whining lonely girls in this best of all possible
well they finally came and told me they was gonna set me free and I believe in
town if I knew what was good for me I said it's nice to learn that everybody
is 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 cuz there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk
yes lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk oh yeah there's still a lot of
whining lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds
in this best of all possible worlds in this best of all possible worlds