Breaking Free

(v)
No more empty bed or dirty dishes,
worn out carpet or unheard wishes
pulling on my worn out jeans
saying good-bye to these broken dreams
the traffic ahead is clear at last
I’m throwing gravel and leaving fast
the only thing I need from you
is to disappear in my rear-view
(c)
This good ol’ boy
Is breaking free
This old pick-up
And the rebel in me
Got the top down
Blowing away your lies
Passing by the exit
Of your alibis
Tail lights are all that’s left to see
This good ol’ boy is breaking free
(v)
You’re a dead end road not worth a cuss
like some run-down old bucket of rust
with my headlights set on bright
you better jump left I’m heading right
worthless as a tow truck in a ditch
worn out baggage about to be pitched
like that train on the railroad track
got no reverse, never looking back

(repeat chorus)