Freedom: People always tell me their life story Love theyve lost, their taste of glory He sat next to me at the counter in the diner Said I used to be Wall Street but this is much finer He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley And a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie He looked a little lost walkin out the door But I think I knew what he was lookin for Freedom, sweet freedom I gassed er up, climbed back in my cab To my wife Im a husband, to my kids Im a dad To the credit card companies Im just another sucker To the IRS, a long-haul trucker Some say that freedoms the power to do what one pleases You can live like the devil or hold on to Jesus I found the one thing I was born to do And girl thats why Im runnin back to you Freedom, sweet freedom He climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag I knew he was a soldier cause I saw his dog tags We talked about it, we cried about it Then a steel horse Harley came roarin on past I knew it was Charlie hangin on real fast We talked about it, we laughed about it Through the joy and pain that living brings Dont we all want the same thing Freedom, sweet freedom Its what the junkie needs that the needle cant give The oppressed and forgotten are praying for it Its what the brave and courageous are fightin for An open sail on a distant shore Freedom Kenny Chesney
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 03:30:12 +0000
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