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Best Of All Possible Worlds Lyrics - Singles - Roger Miller

I was runnin' through the summer rain 

Tryin' to catch that evenin' train 

And kill that old familiar pain 

Weavin' through my tangled brain 

But when I tipped my bottle back 

I smacked into a cop I didn't see 

 

That policeman said, "Mr. Cool 

If you're ain't drunk then you're a fool" 

I said, "Well, if that's against the law 

Then tell me why I never saw 

A man locked in that jail of yours 

That wouldn't just as lowdown poor as me" 

 

Well, that was when someone turned out the lights 

And I wound up in jail to spend the night 

And dream of all the wine and lonely girls 

In this best of all possible worlds 

 

Well, I woke up next morning 

Feelin' like my head was gone 

And like my thick old tongue 

Was lickin' somethin' sick and long 

And I told that man I'd sell my soul 

For somethin' wet and cold in that old cell 

 

Well, that kindly jailer just grinned at me 

All eaten up with sympathy 

Then he poured himself another beer 

And he came and whispered in my ear 

That booze was just a dime a bottle 

Boy, you couldn't even buy the smell 

 

I said, "I knew there was somethin' I liked bout this town 

But it takes more than that to bring me down, down, down, down" 

But there's a lot of wine and lonely girls 

In this best of all possible worlds 

 

Well, they finally came and they told me 

They was a gonna set me free 

And that I'd be leavin' town 

If I knew what was good for me 

I said, "It's nice to learn that everybody's 

So concerned about my health" 

 

I said, "I won't be leavin' no more 

Quicker than I fastly can 

'Cause I've enjoyed about 

As much of this as I can stand 

And I don't need this town of yours more 

Than I never needed nothin' else" 

 

'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk 

And there's lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thought, oh yeah 

And Lord, there's still so many lonely girls 

In this best of all possible worlds 

 

Well, step right up to the wild [Incomprehensible] 

[Incomprehensible] to the young 

Step back, step back [Incomprehensible] 

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