One foot in front of the next

Woke up to a cold Georgia December moon shining in my eyes a newborn baby but it’s a hot June Texas sun beating down on my old head all I was are dusty memories the years had passed and I’m still the same, so long. See I woke up staring at bars not completely sure how I got there but I knew if I ever got free I had to never come back so when them doors opened and they told me to get I ran, now I’m rollin' up on 21 years since and I’m overcome by the feeling of mortality 57 years and can’t believe I’m still alive so I’m shakin' everything I have no sense of reserving a single thing. I always knew I was one in a million, the mold, that Goddamn mold shattered to pieces the day I ripped my way into the world. In my younger days money was never a problem now I’m old and living on a welfare check and I’m staying one step ahead of them blues dying broke or rich it’s the same you’re still living under the gun, so grab your gun and be thankful for the breath you have. Last night my head was tight and when the morning came time had gotten shorter won’t be long now before I’m another year older and if you ask me what I’ll be doing I’ll tell you I’ll be doing what I’ve done since the day I learned to walk, one foot in front of the next.