Kris Kristofferson - Broken freedom song

^AGot a song about a^D soldier, ^ARidin' somewhere on a ^Dtrain ^AEmpty sleeve pinned to his s^Dhoulder ^AAnd some pills to ease the ^Dpain

^DStarted drinkin' in El ^APaso, ^DHe was drunk in San A^Antone, ^DTellin' strangers who were s^Aleepin' ^B7How he hated goin' h^Eome

^DJust a simple song of f^Areedom, ^DHe was never fightin' ^Afor, ^DNo one's listenin' when you need ^A'em, ^DAin't no fun to s^Eing that song no ^Dmore.

^AGot a song about a ^Dsister, ^AWaitin' somewhere by the ^Dphone, ^AFor some man who never misse^Dd her, ^AEver since he come and ^Dgone

^DAnd it's harder for a w^Aoman, ^DWith a baby on the w^Aay, ^DThat's the price of bein'^A human, ^B7When you're poor enough to ^Epay,

^DSo she listens to the f^Areedom, ^DIn the silence at her d^Aoor ^DNo one's missin' till you need ^A'em ^DAin't no fun to s^Eing that song no ^Amore

^AGot a song about a S^Davior, ^ALookin' lonesome and ^Dafraid, ^AAt a city full of st^Drangers, ^AAnd a cross He never ^Dmade

^DAnd He's sadder than He's w^Aiser, ^DAnd a longer way from h^Aome, ^DAnd He wonders why His F^Aather, ^B7Left Him bleeding and a^Elone.

^DJust a broken song of f^Areedom, ^DAnd the closing of a d^Aoor, ^DNo one's missin' till you need ^A'em ^DAin't no fun to s^Eing that song no ^Dmore.