Im on a red dirt road winding up to a sky of blue
And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two
No more sittin at home leave the T.V. and the telephone far behind
This life is killin us all, back roads are lookin mighty fine
Oh, and...
Freedoms finally mine
I aint takin anymore
Yeah freedoms finally mine, Its finally mine
I aint takin anymore
Oh, freedoms finally mine
Id like to throw out this cellular
And kick off these shop-shined shoes
Leave the kids at your mamas
And take off to Timbuktu
So give me two sets of mud-grip tracks
Leadin off to way out back o yonder
Theres no mountain I cant climb
To satisfy this need of mine to wander
Oh, cause...
Theres no desert I cant cross
No river too wide
I can do what I want now
Cause freedoms finally mine
Oh freedom oh freedom Its finally mine, yeah its mine
Its finally mine, yeah its mine
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