| G | E | |
| I was running through the summer rain |
| Trying to catch the evening train |
| And kill that old familiar pain |
| Weaving through my tangled brain |
| D | |
| But wh | en i tipped my bottle back |
| G | |
| I smacked into a cop i didn't s | ee |
| Verse 2: |
| E | |
| That policeman said mister 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 |
| D | |
| A m | an locked in that jail of yours |
| G | |
| Who wasn't just as low down poor as m | e |
| Chorus1: |
| G | Am | C | |
| W | ell that was when someone turned out the l | ights |
| D | G | |
| And | i wound up in jail to spend the n | ight |
| C/G | Am | |
| And dream of all the wine and lonely g | irls |
| D | G | |
| In th | is best of all possible w | orlds |
| Verse 3: |
| E | |
| Well i woke up next morning |
| Feeling like my head was gone |
| And like my thick old tongue was lickin' |
| Something sick and wrong |
| D | |
| And i t | old that man i'd sell my soul |
| G | |
| For something wet and cold as that old c | ell |
| Verse 4: |
| E | |
| That kindly jailer grinned at me |
| All eaten up with sympathy |
| Then poured himself another beer |
| And came and whispered in my ear |
| D | |
| If b | ooze was just a dime a bottle boy |
| G | |
| You couldn't even buy the sm | ell |
| Chorus2: |
| G | Am | C | |
| I | said i knew that there was something i liked about this t | own |
| D | G | |
| But | it takes more than that to bring me d | own |
| C/G | Am | |
| Because there's still a lot of wine and lonely g | irls |
| D | G | |
| In th | is best of all possible w | orlds |
| Verse 5:(a tone higher) |
| A | F# | |
| Well they finally came and told me |
| They was a gonna set me free |
| And i'd be leaving town |
| If i knew what was good for me |
| E | |
| I s | aid it's nice to learn that |
| A | |
| Everybody is so concerned about my he | alth |
| Verse 6: |
| F# | |
| I said i won't be leaving |
| No more quicker than i can |
| Because i've enjoyed about |
| As much of this as i can stand |
| E | |
| And i d | on't need this town of yours |
| A | |
| More than i never needed nothin' e | lse |
| Chorus3: |
| A | Bm | D | |
| B | ecause there's still a lot of drinks that i ain't d | runk |
| E | A | |
| L | ots of pretty thoughts that i ain't th | unk |
| D | Bm | |
| And there is still so many lonely g | irls |
| E | A | |
| In th | is best of all possible w | orlds |
| Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics. |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |