Intro: G 
 
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I was runnin through the summer rain tryin to catch the evenin train 
 
And kill that old familiar pain weavin through my tangled brain 
     D                                                            G 
But when I tipped that bottle back I smacked into a cop I didn't see 
 

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That policeman said hey 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 
   D                                                                    G 
A man locked in that jail a yours who wasn't just as low down poor as me 
 
Chorus 1 
                                           Am        C 
Well that was when someone turned out the lights 
    D                                G 
And I wound up in jail to spend the night 
                                      C     Am 
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls 
        D                     G 
In this best of all possible worlds 
 
(Verses 3 and 4: chords same as first two verses) 
 
Well I woke up next mornin feelin like my head was gone 

And like my thick ol' tongue been lickin something sick and wrong 

And I told that man I'd sell my soul for something cold and wet as that ol cell 
 
That kindly jailor grinned 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 by the smell 
 
(Chords for Chorus 2 same as for Chorus 1) 
 
Chorus 2: 

I said I knew there was somethin I liked about this town 

But it takes more than that to bring me down 

'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls 

In this best of all possible worlds 
 
(key change) 
 

A 
 
F# 
Well they finally came and told me they was gonna set me free 
 
And I'd be leavin town if I knew what was good for me 
   E                                                                  A 
I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health 
 

F# 
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 
      E                                                                 A 
And I don't need this town of yours more than I never needed nothin else 
 
Chorus 3: 
                                                    Bm      D 
Because there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk 
   E                                  A 
Lots of purty thoughts that I ain't thunk oh lord 
                                   D      Bm 
And there is still so many lonely girls 
     E                        A 
In this best of all possible worlds