Freedom Road Lyrics

	作词 : Hannon
	It's early morning on I-19.
	I ain't got much for company,
	A pick-up truck, a brown Volvo,
	And a couple of jokers on the radio.
	I wish that it could stay like this,
	But soon I'll have to put up with
	The whole world and his Uncle Joe
	Cluttering up my freedom road.
	When I was a boy I'd fantasize
	About the freedom road. I'd drive
	A thousand miles before sundown,
	Father a child in every town.
	But a hundred thousand miles have passed
	Between me and iconoclastic images
	Of the freedom road.
	I wanna shed this heavy load.
	Well I've seen the power of the lightning storm,
	I've seen the endless ears of corn,
	I've seen the lakes at the break of day,
	And that shit takes my breath away.
	But if I were to even start
	To tell them how it melts my heart,
	Never more would my truck-stop friends
	Look me in the eye again.
	It's early morning on I-19,
	A dreamer's waking from his dream,
	A driver who has lost his way
	Parks up his rig and walks away.

	zuo ci : Hannon
	It' s early morning on I19.
	I ain' t got much for company,
	A pickup truck, a brown Volvo,
	And a couple of jokers on the radio.
	I wish that it could stay like this,
	But soon I' ll have to put up with
	The whole world and his Uncle Joe
	Cluttering up my freedom road.
	When I was a boy I' d fantasize
	About the freedom road. I' d drive
	A thousand miles before sundown,
	Father a child in every town.
	But a hundred thousand miles have passed
	Between me and iconoclastic images
	Of the freedom road.
	I wanna shed this heavy load.
	Well I' ve seen the power of the lightning storm,
	I' ve seen the endless ears of corn,
	I' ve seen the lakes at the break of day,
	And that shit takes my breath away.
	But if I were to even start
	To tell them how it melts my heart,
	Never more would my truckstop friends
	Look me in the eye again.
	It' s early morning on I19,
	A dreamer' s waking from his dream,
	A driver who has lost his way
	Parks up his rig and walks away.

	zuò cí : Hannon
	It' s early morning on I19.
	I ain' t got much for company,
	A pickup truck, a brown Volvo,
	And a couple of jokers on the radio.
	I wish that it could stay like this,
	But soon I' ll have to put up with
	The whole world and his Uncle Joe
	Cluttering up my freedom road.
	When I was a boy I' d fantasize
	About the freedom road. I' d drive
	A thousand miles before sundown,
	Father a child in every town.
	But a hundred thousand miles have passed
	Between me and iconoclastic images
	Of the freedom road.
	I wanna shed this heavy load.
	Well I' ve seen the power of the lightning storm,
	I' ve seen the endless ears of corn,
	I' ve seen the lakes at the break of day,
	And that shit takes my breath away.
	But if I were to even start
	To tell them how it melts my heart,
	Never more would my truckstop friends
	Look me in the eye again.
	It' s early morning on I19,
	A dreamer' s waking from his dream,
	A driver who has lost his way
	Parks up his rig and walks away.

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