I was running through the summer rainTrying to catch the evening trainAnd kill that old familiar painWeaving through my tangled brainWhen I tipped my bottle backI smacked into a cup I didn't seeThat policeman said, Mr. CoolIf you ain't drunk, then you're a foolI said, if that's against the lawTell me why I never sawA man locked in that jail of yoursWho wasn't just as low down poor as meWell, that was when someone turned out the lightsAnd I wound up in jail to spend the nightAnd dream of all that wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsWell, I woke up next morningFeeling like my head was goneAnd like my thick oldTongue was licking something sick and wrongAnd I told that man I'll sell my soulFor something wet and cold, as that old saidThat kindly jailer grinned at meWhile eating up with sympathyAnd got himself another beerCame in whispering my earIf booze was just a diamond bottleBoy, you couldn't even buy the smellI said, I knew there was something I liked about this townBut it didn't workIt takes more than that to bring me down, down, downCause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsWell, they finally came and told meThey were gonna set me freeAnd I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for meI said, it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my healthI said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I canCause I've enjoyed about as much as this as I can standAnd I don't need this town of yours more than I ever neededNothing elseCause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunkLots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk, oh yeahLord, there's still so many lonely girlsYou know I'm not the only oneIn this best of all possible worldsLord, there's still so many lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsYou know I'm not the only one