A Hurst pulls up at a Federal Prison
everyone’s asking what could be the reason
it’s here for Mr. Sellers who died last night of cancer
questions from his family, the Feds will never answer

Medical services behind these prison walls
it’s all a big Joke, who are you gonna call
I need a spinal fusion, got clear documentation
but the Feds just denied, an MRI consultation

I’ll always remember, mamas words when I was born
she smiled at my dad and said, he is bad to the bone
oh how I miss my sweet love, my dogs, and my guitar
of course, I also miss my friends, at our little kicker bar

Just a good o’le country boy, born and raised in Texas
I drive an old pickup truck, someday I’ll own a Lexus
I’ll fight for my civil rights, from inside this Institution
while even the most powerful, violate the Constitution

Some crimes should be punished, justice should be served
But that pretty special Green Plant, by God we all deserve
The Feds, they took my Freedom, but not my imagination
So I’ll just keep on writing, it’s my form of Liberation