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
 He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley
 And a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie
 He looked a little lost walkin' out the door
 But I think I knew what he was lookin' for
 Freedom, sweet freedom
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 I gassed 'er 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
 Mmm, yeah
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 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 runnin' back to you
 Freedom, sweet freedom
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 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 roarin' 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
 Don't we all want the same thing
 Freedom, sweet freedom
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 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