I wanted nothing more than to leave my 9 to 5. A tour or two between trying to stay alive. I never got the chance but it ain't over yet. I'll still be maudlin paupin', man, until I'm dead. Until I die I'm still going to try. I had a little dream a long, long time ago. I'm running out of steam but this is all I know. I'd rather kill myself than quit while I'm ahead. Should I keep ramblin' on or put this beast to bed and say goodbye? No, I'm still going to try. I know it's a waste of time but I don't care.
Track Name: Seven Years At Parchman Farm
Dead man for the color of your skin. I sing for you so you're not forgotten. And deadman, you're tune, it turned me on so I sing for you so we never lose your song. So we don't lose your voice, the ground you stood, the choice you made and died for, never fade away. And your words be heard so we always remember that your sacrifice was worth the debt you paid. Deadman, don't I know they did you wrong, so I sing for you so we never lose your song. A mother's son now gone. A poet soldier's song is sung by the children of a new day. We raise you from the dead to remind us of what's important and to not forget you or what you did.