Freedom Lyrics by Kenny Chesney

People always tell me their life storyLove they've lost, their taste of glory
He sat next to me at the counter in the dinerSaid I used to be Wall Street but this is much finer
Oh yeahHe had a leather look on a steel horse HarleyAnd a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie
He looked a little lost walkin' out the doorBut I think I knew what he was lookin' forFreedom, sweet freedom
I gassed 'er up, climbed back in my cabTo my wife I'm a husband, to my kids I'm a dad
To the credit card companies I'm just another suckerTo the IRS, a long-haul trucker
Mmmm yeah
Some say that freedom's the power to do what one pleasesYou can live like the devil or hold on to Jesus
I found the one thing I was born to doAnd girl that's why I'm runnin' back to you
Freedom, sweet freedom
He climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bagI 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 pastI knew it was Charlie hangin' on real fast
We talked about it, we laughed about it
Through the joy and pain that living bringsDon't we all want the same thing
Freedom, sweet freedom
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 fightin' for
An open sail on a distant shore
Freedom