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

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

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

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

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