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People always tell me their life story
The love they lost their taste of glory
He sat next to me at the counter in the dinner
Said I use to be wall street but this is much finer oh yeah.
He had a leather look on a steel horse harley
A dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charley
He looked a little lost walking out the door
I think I know what he was lookin' for
Freedommmmm
Sweet freeedommmm.
I gased her up climbed back in my cab
To my wife I'm a husband To my kids I'm a dad
To the credit card companies I'm just another sucker
To the IRS a long haul trucker mmm yeah.
Some say that freedoms the power to do that one please
You can live like the devil Or hold on to Jesus
I found the one thing I was born to do
Girl that's why im runnin' back to you
Freedommmmmmm
Sweet freeeeedomm.
Ohhhhh Yeah.
He climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag
I knew he was 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 Charley hangin' on real fast
We talked about it
We laughed about it.
Through the joy and pain that livin' brings
Don't we all want the same thing
Freeeeeeeeeeeedommm
Sweet freeeeeeeeeeedommm.
It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give
The opressed and forgotten are prayin' for
It's what the brave and courageous are fightin' for
An open sail on a distance shore
Freedom...