i was runnin through the summer rain tryin to catch that evenin train and kill that old familiar pain weevin 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 who wadn 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 nights 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 wrong and i told that man i d sell my soul if somethin wet and cold is that old cell that kindly jailer just grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy then he bought himself another beer and 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 about this town but it takes more than that to bring me down down down down but there s still 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 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 this much of this as i can stand and i don t need this town of yours more than i never needed nothin else ha ha cause there s still a lotta drinks that i ain t drunk lots of pretty thoughts that i ain t never thought oh yeah lord there s still so many lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds
['country rock', 'nashville sound', 'oklahoma country']