| I go anywhere that old wind blows
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| Down a blacktop road anytime
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| No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
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| So why hang around when I can fly?
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| I’m free, free to do as I please
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| Free to choose, free to be
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| Just plain me, just plain fine
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| I’m here, then I’m there
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| Not a care in the world
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| What a cure for the soul, peace of mind
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| I go anywhere that old wind blows
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| Down a blacktop road anytime
|
| No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
|
| So why hang around when I can fly?
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| I don’t dare slow down for anything
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| What tomorrow brings suits me fine
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| And I don’t dare look back on yesterday
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| It’s a throw away better left behind
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| I’m free, free to do as I please
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| Free to choose, free to be
|
| Just plain me, just plain fine
|
| I’m here then I’m there
|
| Not a care in the world
|
| What a cure for the soul peace of mind
|
| I go anywhere that old wind blows
|
| Down a blacktop road anytime
|
| No strings attached, no ties to tie me down
|
| So why hang around, when I can fly
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| So why hang around, when I can fly |