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
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 learn
that ev'rybody's so concerned about my health."
(They were obsessed with it)
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
And I don't need this town
of yours more than I never needed nothin' else."
'Cause there's still alot
of drinks that I ain't drunk
And lots of pretty thoughts
that I ain't thunk
And lord there's still so
many lonely girls
In this best of all possible
worlds.
Marco Giunco |
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