| Yeah, now, yeah, yeah
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| This song’s about being from the Southland
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| I was born in Alabama
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| Twenty-some odd years ago
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| I ran away for the first time
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| When I was 4 years old
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| I’m a freeborn man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| And every mile of railroad track
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| And I got this worn-out guitar
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| That I carry in an old tote sack
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| Said I’ve hocked it about 200 times
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| But I always get it back
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| Cause I’m a freeborn man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| Ah yeah
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| Got a girl in Cincinnati
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| I got a woman in San Antone
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| Said I always loved the girl next door
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| Well, any old place is home
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| I’m a freeborn man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| And every mile of railroad track
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| Ah…
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| Yeah, we’re about to play the national anthem
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| Well, you may not like my appearance
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| And you may not like my song, baby
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| Well, you may not like the way I talk
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| You’ll like the way I’m gone
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| I’m a freeborn man
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| And my home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| Ah… |