In 1933 the prison door swung wide and
Freedom settled on me like afternoon dust.
Evening coming on and
Twenty miles to town
No shoes big enough for my big ole feet
New freedom suit too tight, too short
An old colored gent in a half-dead Ford
gave me a ride to town and
We carried a new bottle of Jack Daniels
down to the riverbank and
The sun hung gold across the water
You out for good?
Out for damn good
All my days are mine now
and I laughed the sun
down out of the sky.