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Previous peak charts position in subgenre #12
Herb Hartley
May 05, 2013
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MP3 5.1 MB  •  160 kbps bitrate  •  4:27 minutes
Story behind the song
I decided to write something new starting from a single word.... the title.
A gentle summer evening breeze blowing through the trees Brings the smell of Georgia pines. Lightning bugs and an old dirt road, across the field I'm headed home Past the pond and the old duck blind. I'm going back in time, to a place I left behind. When I was Free, free, free, free. Hanging out at the water tower, Pittsburgh steel and Detroit power Watch the war on the evening news I got my number yesterday, momma wiped a tear away Said God would see us through. Wish I could go back in time, to the place I left behind When I was free, free, free, free Solo Old man standing by a stone, long black car to take him home. To an empty house this time. Now the world is closing in, on a bet that he can't win One more mountain left to climb If he could go there just one time, ( go there one more time) To the place he left behind (oh he left it all behind) When he was free, free, free, free Free, it's just another word they say, When there's nothing left to lose. The morning sunshine's shining down, On that early morning dew Running barefoot in the yard Swinging on that tractor tire Life didn't seem so hard Fishing with an old cane pole Jumping in that swimming hole Yeah, let me tell ya man that's free.