Best of All Possible Worlds Kris Kristofferson

I was runnin' through the summer rain
Tryin' to catch the evenin' train
And kill that old familiar pain
Weavin' through my tangled brain
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 if that's against the law
Tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours
Who wasn'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 wrong
And I told that man I'd sell my soul
For somethin' wet and cold as that old cell