歌曲 | Best Of All Possible Worlds |
歌手 | The Little Willies |
专辑 | The Little Willies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kristofferson | |
I was runnin' through the summer rain | |
Waiting for the evenin' train | |
To kill that old familiar pain | |
Weavin' through my tangled brain | |
When I tipped my bottle back | |
Smacked into a cop | |
I didn't see | |
That policeman said, "Mister CoolIf you ain't drunk, then you're a fool" | |
I said, "If that's against the lawTell me why I never sawNo man locked in this jail of yoursWasn't just as low down poor as me?" | |
And that's just when someone turned out the lights | |
Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the night | |
And the dream of all the wine and lonely girls | |
In this best of all possible worlds | |
Next mornin' woke up feelin' like | |
My head was really gone | |
And like my thick old tongue | |
Was lickin' something sick and wrong | |
I said, "I'd sell my soul for somethingAbout as wet and cold as this old cell" | |
That kindly jailer looked 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 bottleBoy, you couldn't even buy the smell" | |
I said, "I knew there's something I liked about this town" | |
Oh, but it'll take 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 | |
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 learnThat everybody's so concerned about my health" | |
But I won't be leavin' no more quicker than | |
I canAnd I've enjoyed about as much of this as | |
I can stand | |
And I don't need this town of yours | |
No more than | |
I never needed nothin' else"'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunkYes, and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunkOh yeah, there's still a lot of wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worlds |
zuo qu : Kristofferson | |
I was runnin' through the summer rain | |
Waiting for the evenin' train | |
To kill that old familiar pain | |
Weavin' through my tangled brain | |
When I tipped my bottle back | |
Smacked into a cop | |
I didn' t see | |
That policeman said, " Mister CoolIf you ain' t drunk, then you' re a fool" | |
I said, " If that' s against the lawTell me why I never sawNo man locked in this jail of yoursWasn' t just as low down poor as me?" | |
And that' s just when someone turned out the lights | |
Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the night | |
And the dream of all the wine and lonely girls | |
In this best of all possible worlds | |
Next mornin' woke up feelin' like | |
My head was really gone | |
And like my thick old tongue | |
Was lickin' something sick and wrong | |
I said, " I' d sell my soul for somethingAbout as wet and cold as this old cell" | |
That kindly jailer looked 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 bottleBoy, you couldn' t even buy the smell" | |
I said, " I knew there' s something I liked about this town" | |
Oh, but it' ll take 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 | |
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 learnThat everybody' s so concerned about my health" | |
But I won' t be leavin' no more quicker than | |
I canAnd I' ve enjoyed about as much of this as | |
I can stand | |
And I don' t need this town of yours | |
No more than | |
I never needed nothin' else"' Cause there' s still a lot of drinks that I ain' t drunkYes, and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain' t thunkOh yeah, there' s still a lot of wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worlds |
zuò qǔ : Kristofferson | |
I was runnin' through the summer rain | |
Waiting for the evenin' train | |
To kill that old familiar pain | |
Weavin' through my tangled brain | |
When I tipped my bottle back | |
Smacked into a cop | |
I didn' t see | |
That policeman said, " Mister CoolIf you ain' t drunk, then you' re a fool" | |
I said, " If that' s against the lawTell me why I never sawNo man locked in this jail of yoursWasn' t just as low down poor as me?" | |
And that' s just when someone turned out the lights | |
Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the night | |
And the dream of all the wine and lonely girls | |
In this best of all possible worlds | |
Next mornin' woke up feelin' like | |
My head was really gone | |
And like my thick old tongue | |
Was lickin' something sick and wrong | |
I said, " I' d sell my soul for somethingAbout as wet and cold as this old cell" | |
That kindly jailer looked 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 bottleBoy, you couldn' t even buy the smell" | |
I said, " I knew there' s something I liked about this town" | |
Oh, but it' ll take 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 | |
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 learnThat everybody' s so concerned about my health" | |
But I won' t be leavin' no more quicker than | |
I canAnd I' ve enjoyed about as much of this as | |
I can stand | |
And I don' t need this town of yours | |
No more than | |
I never needed nothin' else"' Cause there' s still a lot of drinks that I ain' t drunkYes, and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain' t thunkOh yeah, there' s still a lot of wine and lonely girlsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worldsIn this best of all possible worlds |