But I'm Free

I ain’t got no money. I ain’t got no friends.

I ain’t got no old home place to go home to again.

But I’m free. Yes I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free, yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

Some folks build a castle. Some folks build a shack.

Some folks drive a pickup truck. Some folks drive a Cadillac.

But not me, because I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free. Yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

I’ve got lots of livin’, lots of living to do.

I love living my life. I hope you like yours too.

Ya’ see I’m free, yes I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free. Yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to waive bye,

I’ll just, be on my way.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

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