Freedom

People always tell me their life story Love they 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 steal horse harley A dark eyed girlfriend he called charlie He looked a little lost walking out the door I think I knew what he was looking for Freedom, sweet Freedom I gassed 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 hall trucker Some say that freedoms the power do one pleases 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 I'm running back to you Freedom, sweet freedom Oooh, 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 roaring 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 Just know we all own the same thing Freedom, sweet freedom Its what the junkie needs that the needle can't give Depressed and forgotten are praying for it Its what the brave and courageous are fighting for An open sail on a distant shore Freedom --- Freedom - Kenny Chesney