Freeway

Hey Mama, I'm going on at 9 o'clock

Athens, Georgia at the 40 Watt

That's my name up on the marquee

Good to see, then I'm gone like a tumbleweed

Rolled-up blue jeans, greener grass

Guitar sound out the Marshall stack

And I missed those glory days

'Cause I was born 40 years too late

Or maybe right on time

Way back, never gonna see me again

Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind

Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain

Playing with the band, staying up till dawn

Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song

What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change

Living that free way

Living that free way

We're all chasing something real

Turnpike's playing outside of Mobile

Birdie's working AG for the GCA

Ellie just bought herself a cheap Mustang

And I still play bass

Way back, never gonna see me again

Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind

Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain

Playing with the band, staying up till dawn

Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song

What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change

Living that free way

Living that free way

Way back, never gonna see me again

Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind

Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain

Playing with the band, staying up till dawn

Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song

What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change

Yeah, what you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change

Living that free way

Living that free way

Living that free way

Living that free way