| IЂ™m on a red dirt road winding up to a sky of blue |
| And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two |
| No more sittinЂ™ at home leave the t.v. and the telephone far behind |
| This life is killinЂ™ us allback roads are lookinЂ™ mighty fine |
| Ohand… |
| (chorus) |
| FreedomЂ™s finally mine |
| I ainЂ™t takinЂ™ anymore |
| Yeah freedomЂ™s finally mineitЂ™s finally mine |
| I ainЂ™t takinЂ™ anymore |
| OhfreedomЂ™s finally mine |
| IЂ™d like to throw out this cellular |
| And kick off these shop-shined shoes |
| Leave the kids at your mamaЂ™s |
| And take off to timbuktu |
| So give me two sets of mud-grip tracks |
| LeadinЂ™ off to way out back oЂ™ yonder |
| ThereЂ™s no mountain I canЂ™t climb |
| To satisfy this need of mine to wander |
| OhЂ™cause… |
| (repeat chorus) |
| ThereЂ™s no desert I canЂ™t cross |
| No river too wide |
| I can do what I want now |
| Ђ™cause freedomЂ™s finally mine |
| (repeat chorus) |
| Oh freedom oh freedom itЂ™s finally mineyeah itЂ™s mine |
| ItЂ™s finally mineyeah itЂ™s mine |