i started out with nothin' and still got most of it left

this shit right here
this shit right here
it's a lost fuckin' art my friend
and i may not be old enough
to hear the first sounds comin
but i know the moan of a midnight train
the sloughing of feet after a bottle o' shine
that lonesome alley that catches a sideways glance
fleeting, from the daytime squares
i know the sounds
the rooster in the morning
the groaning in your belly
from whatever it ails you
the night before
or whatever tomorrow may bring

i know i'm not the only one
who feels the way i do
when i hear
when i wanna stomp my foot
till it falls off
when i want to scream @ the gods
until i'm satisfied they are listening
when every bone in my body is jukin'
shuckin' and jivin'
like an ol' curtis lowe
bendin' strings doin' the "bus stop"
when your face screws itself all up
and anyone in their right mind lookin' in your direction
would think you ain't right
with the lord
or anyone in general

but when i hear this
sometimes i swear it's the only time
anything is right @ all

-his name is seasick steve