one day i went to work told em i had had enough i was born to be an artist i was meant for paint and brush so i sold all i owned what i didnt sell i burned and i moved in with my parents bought supplies with what id earned and now all i got to show for these empty cans of paint is a portrait of my mother a suburban landscape all the people that i met all the time that i spent was a poor mans fortune but it didnt pay the rent i made it one whole year think it went pretty well but ill tell you in a minute it was shorter than it felt the nurse called my name and i hobbled to my feet and the test results were good enough to let em set me free now theyre tearing off my casts and im trying to recall how to walk and how to dance and how it feels when i fall i pleaded with the judge and i cried to the jury but my lawyer says its over and i really shouldnt worry i thought id get off clean but they heard my past was checkered dont they know a man is more than whats recorded on the record so they hauled me off in chains and they showed me to my cell its a place that never rains its a steel umbrella
['stomp and holler']