Freedom

A D A D A D A D A people always tell me their life story D the love they lost , their taste of glory A he sat next to me at the counter in the dinner D A D said i use to be wall street , but this is much finer , oh yeah . A he had a leather look on a steel horse harley D a dark - eyed girlfriend he called charley A he looked a little lost walking out the door D i think i know what he was lookin’ for A D freedommmmm A D sweet freeedommmm . A i gased her up , climbed back in my cab D to my wife i’m a husband to my kids i’m a dad A to the credit card companies i’m just another sucker D G D A Asus A a? ( 002200 ) to the irs a long haul trucker , mmm yeah . A some say that freedoms the power to do that one please D you can live like the devil or hold on to jesus A i found the one thing i was born to do D girl that’s why im runnin’ back to you A D freedommmmmmm A D sweet freeeeedomm . G D ohhhhh yeah . A he climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag D i knew he was soldier ’cause i saw his dog tags A we talked about it D we cried about it . A then a steel horse harley came roarin’ on past D i knew it was charley hangin’ on real fast A we talked about it D we laughed about it . G D through the joy and pain that livin’ brings G E don’t we all want the same thing A D A D freeeeeeeeeeeedommm A D A D , A D A D , A D A D sweet freeeeeeeeeeedommm . A it’s what the junkie needs that the needle can’t give D the opressed and forgotten are prayin’ for A it’s what the brave and courageous are fightin’ for D an open sail on a distance shore A freedom . . .