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People always tell me their life story
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The love they lost, their taste of glory
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He sat next to me at the counter in the dinner
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Said I use to be wall street, but this is much finer,    oh yeah.

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He had a leather look on a steel horse harley
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A dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charley
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He looked a little lost walking out the door
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I think I know what he was lookin' for
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  Freedommmmm
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Sweet freeedommmm.

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I gased her up, climbed back in my cab
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To my wife I'm a husband  To my kids I'm a dad
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To the credit card companies I'm just another sucker
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To the IRS a long haul trucker,    mmm yeah.


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Some say that freedoms the power to do that one please
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You can live like the devil   Or hold on to Jesus
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I found the one thing I was born to do
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Girl that's why im runnin' back to you
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  Freedommmmmmm
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  Sweet  freeeeedomm.
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   Ohhhhh  Yeah.



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He climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag
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I knew he was soldier 'cause I saw his dog tags
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We talked about it
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We cried about it.


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Then a steel horse harley came roarin' on past
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I knew it was Charley hangin' on real fast
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We talked about it
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We laughed about it.

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 Through the joy and pain that  livin' brings
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 Don't we all want the same thing
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Freeeeeeeeeeeedommm
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Sweet  freeeeeeeeeeedommm.

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It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give
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The opressed and forgotten are prayin' for
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It's what the brave and courageous are fightin' for
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An open sail on a distance shore
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Freedom...