Freeway The Castellows

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
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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
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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
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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