The Best of All Possible Worlds (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990) Chords

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I [F#] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch that evening [B] train,
and feel the old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [E] brain.
When I tipped my bottle back, I smacked into a cop [A] I didn't see. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] That police man said, Mr.
Cruel, if you ain't drunk, then you're a [B] fool.
I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [E] saw a man locked in that jail of yours
who wasn't neither black or [A] poor as me.
_ Well, that was when someone turned [D] out the lights.
_ _ [E] I wound up in jail to [A] spend the night,
_ and dream of all the wine and [D] lonely girls,
_ [E] in this fest of all [A] possible worlds. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] Well, I woke up next morning feeling like my head was gone,
[B] and like my big old tongue was licking something sick and raw.
[E] I told that man I'd sell my soul for something wet and cold [A] as that old cell. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] That kindly jailer grinned at me, all eaten up with [B] sympathy,
and poured himself another beer, came and whispered in [E] my ear,
losing just a dime a bottle, boy, you couldn't even [A] bite a smell.
_ I said, I knew there was something I liked [D] about this town.
_ _ [E] It takes more than that to [A] bring me down.
_ There's still a lot of wine and [D] lonely girls,
_ [E] in this fest of all [A] possible worlds. _ _ _ _
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_ [B] Plus, that was a long time ago, don't you know? _
_ [E] _ _ _ You don't get in trouble like that anymore.
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Really, guys.
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[F#] They finally came and told me they were gonna set me free.
[B] That I'd be leaving town if I knew what was good for me.
[E] I said, it's nice to learn, and everybody's so concerned [A] about my health. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] I said, I'm gonna be leaving no more quicker than I [B] can,
cause I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can [E] stand.
I don't need this town of yours more than I've never needed [A] nothing else.
_ Cause there's still a lot of drinks [D] that I ain't drunk,
and I ain't going [E] to.
Lots of pretty thoughts [A] that I ain't known.
And Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls,
_ [E] in this fest of all [A] possible worlds. _ _ _ _
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