Released: November 8, 2005
Songwriter: Bill Luther Tom Douglas
Producer: Kenny Chesney Norro Wilson Buddy Cannon
[Verse 1]
People always tell me their life story
Love they've 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
Oh yeah
[Verse 2]
He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley
And a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie
He looked a little lost walking out the door
But I think I knew what he was looking for
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 3]
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-haul trucker
Mm yeah
[Verse 4]
Some say that freedom's 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 that's why I'm running back to you
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 5]
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 hanging on real fast
We talked about it, we laughed about it
Through the joy and pain that living brings
Don't we all want the same thing
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 6]
It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give
The oppressed and forgotten are praying for it
It's what the brave and courageous are fighting for
An open sail on a distant shore
Freedom
People always tell me their life story
Love they've 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
Oh yeah
[Verse 2]
He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley
And a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie
He looked a little lost walking out the door
But I think I knew what he was looking for
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 3]
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-haul trucker
Mm yeah
[Verse 4]
Some say that freedom's 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 that's why I'm running back to you
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 5]
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 hanging on real fast
We talked about it, we laughed about it
Through the joy and pain that living brings
Don't we all want the same thing
Freedom, sweet freedom
[Verse 6]
It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give
The oppressed and forgotten are praying for it
It's what the brave and courageous are fighting for
An open sail on a distant shore
Freedom
more tracks from the album
From the album
- The Road And The Radio (2005)
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- Tip of My Tongue
- You and Tequila
- Don’t Blink
- Somewhere With You
- I Go Back
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- Summertime
- Pirate Flag
- Here and Now
- Save It For A Rainy Day
- Ends of the Earth
- Knowing You