Riding in boxcars
Sleeping in rail yards
While my friends tell tales of fast cars
I got nothing and nothing's all that I need
And it’s freedom to me

Speeding past big stores
Them and their price wars
You take the low hanging fruit and I’ll take the main course
I’ve got stories, and stories they come cheap
And they’re freedom to me

I’ll go home when the west winds call me
I’ll find my way to that golden sea
Where there’s a ship filled with nothing that I don’t need
And it’s freedom to me

I know joy like it grows on trees
And it’s freedom to me