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Kris Kristofferson - Best of all possible worlds
[Intro] G I was Erunning through the summer rain Trying to catch the evening train And Akill that old familiar pain Weaving through my tangled brain But wDhen I tipped my bottle back I smacked into a cop I didn't Gsee That Epoliceman said mister cool If you ain't drunk then you're a fool I Asaid if that's against the law Tell me why I never saw A Dman locked in that jail of yours Who wasn't just as lowdown poor as Gme Well, Gthat was when someone turned out the lAmights C And DI wound up in jail to spend the nGight And Gdream of all the wine and lonely C/Ggirls Am In this Dbest of all possible wGorlds Well, EI woke up next morning Feeling like my head was gone And Alike my thick old tongue was lickin' Something sick and wrong And I Dtold that man I'd sell my soul For something wet and cold as that old Gcell That Ekindly jailer grinned at me All eaten up with sympathy Then Apoured himself another beer And came and whispered in my ear If Dbooze was just a dime a bottle, boy You couldn't even buy the Gsmell I said I Gknew that there was something I liked about this Amtown C But Dit takes more than that to bring me Gdown, down, down 'Cause there's Gstill a lot of wine and lonely gC/Girls Am In thisD best of all possible Gworlds (Aa tone higher) Well, they F#finally came and told me They was a gonna set me free And BI'd be leaving town If I knew what was good for me I Esaid it's nice to learn that Everybody's so concerned about my Ahealth I F#said I won't be leaving No more quicker than I can 'Cause BI've enjoyed about As much of this as I can stand And EI don't need this town of yours More than I never needed nothin' elAse 'Cause there'As still a lotta drinks that I ain't Bmdrunk D ELots of pretty thoughts that I ain't Athunk, oh yeah ALord, there's still so many lonely gDirls Bm In this Ebest of all possible wAorlds
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