I woke up next mornin' feelin' like my head was gone
and like my thick ol' tongue was a-licking something sick and wrong
and i told the man I'd sell my soul
for somethin' wet and cold in that ol' cell

that kindly jailer grinned at me
all eaten up with sympathy
said, if booze wuz just a dime a bottle
boy, you couldn't even buy the smell