The Best Of All Possible Worlds - Kris Kristofferson

    I was runnin' thru the summer rain, try'n' to catch that evenin' train
    And kill the old familiar pain weavin' thru my tangled brain
    When I tipped my bottle back and smacked into a cop I didn't see
    That police man said, "Mister Cool, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool."
    I said, "If that's against the law, then tell me why I never saw
    A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn't neither black or poor as me?"
    Well, that was when someone turned out the lights
    And I wound up in jail to spend the night
    And dream of all the wine and lonely girls
    In this best of all possible worlds.

    Well, I woke up next mornin' feelin' like my head was gone
    And like my thick old tongue was lickin' something sick and wrong
    And I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold as that old cell.
    That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with sympathy
    Then  poured himself another beer and 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 was something I liked about this town."
    But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down.
    'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
    In this best of all possible worlds

    Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
    And I'd be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me
    I said, "It's nice to learn that ev'rybody's so concerned about my health."
    (They were obsessed with it)
    I said, "I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can
    'Cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
    And I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin' else."
    'Cause there's still alot of drinks that I ain't drunk
    And lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk
    And lord there's still so many lonely girls
    In this best of all possible worlds.


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