Freeborn Man

I was born in southland twenty some odd years ago

I ran away for the first time when I was four years old

I'm a freeborn man my home is on my back

I know every inch of highway every foot of backroad every mile of railroad track

I got a gal Cincinnati I got a woman in San Antone

I've always loved the girl next door but any place is home

I'm a freeborn man...

Got me a worn out guitar I carry in an old coal sack

I've hocked it bout two hundred times but I always get it back

I'm a freeborn man...

You may not like my appearance may not like my song

May not like the way I talk but you'll like me when I'm gone

I'm a freeborn man...

I'm a freeborn man...