As you read this, somewhere in Soulard or some west county karaoke horror, a drunk is singing Kris Kristofferson's "Me & Bobby McGee." But as an apotheosis of crippling nostalgia, there's mystery at its core: "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." Camus never got free will so right. Kris Kristofferson did. And he did so largely in the patrician confines of country music, which before him never realized the full power of sex, drugs and existentialism. Four decades after re-zoning Music City, his most recent album, This Old Road, puts his alluring poetry into politics and his corrosive 70-year-old voice, once again, into service of the truth.