Eddie Spaghetti

The Best of All Possible Worlds
By Eddie Spaghetti
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle@satx.rr.com
9/16/2004

      Em                       
I was runnin’ thru the summer rain, try’n’ to catch that evenin’ train
    A
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
     Em
That police man said, mister cool, if you ain’t drunk, then you’re a fool
  A
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
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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 A

           F#m
Well, they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
    B
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
  F#m
I said, I won’t be leavin’ no more quicker than I can
       B
’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’t thunk
                                      D    E                             A 
And lord there’s still so many lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds.
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