| Well I’m as free as a bird now,
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| as flight-free as a bumble bee
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| I’m here and then gone tomorrow,
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| footloose child and fancy free
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| I’m absolutely independent,
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| and nothing at all is gonna worry me
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| Yeah, I’ve only got one cradle to rock now,
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| I’m gonna rock it everywhere I go
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| From St. Louie to San Francisco,
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| from Canada to Mexico
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| I’m gonna let my cradle rock now,
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| till it just won’t rock no more
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| Well I believe I was born to ramble,
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| the open road is gonna bring me close
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| I’ve come to know some way out people,
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| to say the least they give the most
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| Who live and love across both borders,
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| trip east from west from coast to coast
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| Yeah I’ve only got one cradle to rock now,
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| I’m gonna rock it everywhere I go
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| From New York to California,
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| from Texas to Toronto
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| Yeah I’m gonna let my cradle rock now,
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| till it just won’t rock no more |