| Where’d that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?
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| He’s still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole
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| I must have turned eighteen and drove away
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| After all these years, I’m finding my way
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| Oh, back to climbin' up that old oak tree
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| Back to the mud underneath my feet
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| Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time
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| Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,
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| A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,
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| Back to real, back to me.
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| Back to free
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| Like we used to be
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| You and me
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| Let’s get back to free
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| How the hell did we wind up here?
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| Self medicated in an lazy chair
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| Safely dying locked in our homes
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| Nobody’s talking but we’re all on the phone
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| I gotta get back to climbin' up that old oak tree
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| Back to the mud underneath my feet
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| Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time
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| Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,
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| A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,
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| Back to real, back to me
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| Back to free
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| Like we used to be
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| Yes, you and me
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| Let’s get back to free
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| I said free
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| Free…
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| Rope swing, main street, pregnancy scare,
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| Fast lane, insane, driving impaired,
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| Empty pockets, sweet lover’s lane,
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| The county’s dry, so let it rain,
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| Short fuse, good news, plans were taught,
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| A negative tale stole Johnny Law
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| We had nothing
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| We had it all
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| We were free
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| Like we used to be
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| You and me
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| Let’s get back to free
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| Where’d that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?
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| He’s still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole |