• Song:

    Best Of All Possible Worlds

  • Artist:

    Eddie Spaghetti

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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 
    D                                                            G  
But 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 
  D                                                                   G 
A man locked in that jail of yours who wasn?t just as lowdown poor as me 
                                           A     C    D                               G 
Well, that was when someone turned out the lights and I wound up in jail to spend the night 
                                     C     D                            G 
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 

Change to key of 
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 
  E                                                               A 
I said, it?s nice to learn that ev?rybody?s so concerned about my health 
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 
                                             B    D    E                                      A 
?cause there?s still alot of drinks that I ain?t drunk and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain?thunk 
                                      D    E                             A  
And lord there?s still so many lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds. 
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