| Always knew she had a set of wings
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| Underneath that blue jean jacket
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| She never said she was too good for me
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| But I tell you she was if you’d asked me
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| She was made for more than this two lane backroad Bama town
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| And I wish holdin her didn’t mean holdin her back or holdin her down
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| But it does so here I am drinking this letting her go goodbye drink
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| Thinking damn near right…
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| The best things in life are free
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| Free as a bird as its flyin
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| Free like the sun when it’s shinin
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| Free, there’s a road winding in front of her, front of her
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| Free
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| Free as a prayer on a sunday
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| Singing please bring her back to me someday
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| If lovin her, oh loving her, taught me anything
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| It’s the best things in life are free
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| She used to love this ole rusty two tone pick up truck
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| But it feels so empty now to turn these keys and fire it up
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| But I wish her well into the county line sunset
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| The best things in life are free
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| Free as a bird as its flyin
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| Free like the sun when it’s shinin
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| Free, there’s a road winding in front of her, front of her
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| Free
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| Free as a prayer on a sunday
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| Singing please bring her back to me someday
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| If lovin her, oh loving her, taught me anything
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| It’s the best things in life are free
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| Free
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| Free
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| Free
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| Always knew she had a set of wings
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| Underneath that blue jean jacket
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| Thinking damn near right…
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| The best things in life are free
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| Free as a bird as its flyin
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| Free like the sun when it’s shinin
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| Free, there’s a road winding out in front of her, front of her
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| Free
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| Free as a prayer on a sunday
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| Singing please bring her back to me someday
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| If lovin her, oh loving her, taught me anything
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| It’s the best things in life are free |