Kenny Chesney - Freedom

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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
A D A D , A D A D , A D A D
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 . . .