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APeople always tell me their life story DThe love they lost, their taste of glory AHe sat next to me at the counter in the dinner Said I uDse to be wall street, but this is much fineAr, oh yeahD.
AHe had a leather look on a steel horse harley DA dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charley AHe looked a little lost walking out the door I tDhink I know what he was lookin' for A FreedommmDmm SweetA freeedommmDm.
AI gased her up, climbed back in my cab DTo my wife I'm a husband To my kids I'm a dad ATo the credit card companies I'm just another sucker D G D A Asus A A?(002200) To the IRS a long haul trucker, mmm yeah.
ASome say that freedoms the power to do that one please DYou can live like the devil Or hold on to Jesus AI found the one thing I was born to do DGirl that's why im runnin' back to you A FreedommmmmmmD Sweet AfreeeeedommD. G Ohhhhh D Yeah.
AHe climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag DI knew he was soldier 'cause I saw his dog tags AWe talked about it DWe cried about it.
Then a sAteel horse harley came roarin' on past DI knew it was Charley hangin' on real fast AWe talked about it DWe laughed about it.
G Through the joy and pain that liDvin' brings G Don't we all want the sameE thing AFreeeeDeeeeeeeAedommDm A D A D , A D A D , A D A D Sweet freeeeeeeeeeedommm.
AIt's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give DThe opressed and forgotten are prayin' for AIt's what the brave and courageous are fightin' for DAn open sail on a distance shore AFreedom...