Lyrics: David Rovics. Deadhead in Prison.

It was all about living
And the good things of the earth
It was all about loving
This crazy accident of birth
It was all about traveling
And hearing those shoe-bells ring
It was all about dancing
And hearing the fat man sing

And it's like a bad trip in hell
Stranded and broke
Twenty years in this cell
It's like a life up in smoke

Once I sought visions
With a sweet gypsy tribe
It was about feeling
The pulse of a vibe
And sure I smoked kind bud
And I did windowpane
And I soaked up the beauty
Of the warm summer rain

And it's like a bad trip in hell
Stranded and broke
Twenty years in this cell
It's like a life up in smoke

I slept in the shadows
Of Golden Gate Park
Watched the moon shine
Felt the breeze in the dark
The whole world was mine
But I lived for a song
Now I'm stuck in this cell
And all the good days are gone

And it's like a bad trip in hell
Stranded and broke
Twenty years in this cell
It's like a life up in smoke