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I was runnin' thru the summer rain, |
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Waiting for the evenin' train |
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To kill that old familiar pain |
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Weavin' thru my tangled brain |
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When i tipped my bottle back and |
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Smacked into a cop i didn't see |
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That policeman said "mister cool, |
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If you ain't drunk, then you're a fool" |
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I said "if that's against the law, |
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Then tell me why i never saw |
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No man locked in this jail of yours |
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Who wasn't just as low down poor as me?" |
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And that was when someone turned out the lights |
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Yes and i wound up in jail to spend the night |
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And dream of all the wine and lonely girls |
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In this best of all possible worlds |
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Next mornin' i woke up feelin' like my head was really gone |
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And like my thick old tongue was lickin' something sick and wrong |
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I said "i'd sell my soul for something about as wet and cold as this old cell" |
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That kindly jailer looked at me, all eaten up with sympathy |
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Then poured himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear |
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"if booze was just a dime a bottle boy, you couldn't even buy the smell" |
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I said "i knew there was something i liked about this town" |
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Oh but it takes more than that to bring me down |
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'cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls |
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In this best of all possible worlds |
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Well they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free |
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And i'd be leavin' town if i knew what was good for me |
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I said "it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health" |
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But i won't be leavin' no more quicker than i can |
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'cause i've enjoyed about as much of this as i can stand |
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And i don't need this town of yours no more than i never needed nothin' else" |
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'cause there's still a lot of drinks that i ain't drunk |
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Yes and lots of pretty thoughts that i ain't thunk |
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Oh yes there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls |
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In this best of all possible worlds |
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In this best of all possible worlds |
