Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Reba McEntire
Intérprete
Mike Johnson
Steel guitar
Larry Paxton
Bajo eléctrico
Tony Creasman
Batería
Bobby Terry
Guitarra acústica
Jeff King
Guitarra eléctrica
Brent Mason
Guitarra eléctrica
J. Spivey
Fiddle
Jim "Moose" Brown
Sintetizador
Jenifer Wrinkle
Voces de fondo
Wyatt Beard
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jay Brunswick
Composición
Tommy Cecil
Composición
Jaida Dreyer
Composición
John Pierce
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Reba McEntire
Producción
Buddy Cannon
Producción
Tony Castle
Ingeniería de grabación
Andrew Mendelson
Masterización
Bobbi Giel
Masterización
Taylor Chadwick
Masterización
Megan Peterson
Masterización
Bryce Roberts
Asistente de ingeniería
Jason Mott
Asistente de ingeniería
Letra
[Verse 1]
I'm no stranger to the thick smoke of a bar
And heart chained to a bottle of whiskey
And I've held strangers in my arms
To pull apart the bars
Because I couldn't find the key
[Verse 2]
I searched high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a prisoner to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of bein' free
It don't come cheap
[Verse 3]
That's why people fight for it
Rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothin' you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
[Verse 4]
Freedom
Lovin' you feels like freedom
[Verse 5]
You're the red, the white, the blue
The stars that cover the scars
When we broke the shackles
And I've never been to war before
But your boots there on the floor
Are proof that I've won the battle
[Verse 6]
And all you had to give to me
Was the gift of bein' free
[Verse 7]
That's why people fight for it
Rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothin' you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
[Verse 8]
Freedom
Lovin' you feels like freedom
[Verse 9]
I searched high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a prisoner to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of bein' free
It don't come cheap
[Verse 10]
That's why people fight for it
Rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothin' you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
[Verse 11]
Freedom
Lovin' you feels like freedom
Oh, freedom
Lovin' you feels like freedom
[Verse 12]
Freedom
Lovin' you feels like freedom
Written by: Jaida Dreyer, Jay Brunswick, John Pierce, Tommy Cecil

