Free

In the morning she is waking

With the gold dust in her hair

She is beauty, oh slightly broken

But I love her laying there

Spanish lady, treat her kindly

Feel her warm tenderness

Like Arkansas skies on the Fourth of July

She is painted on the night

And I'm free, free

Free, thank God I'm free

In the morning she is waking

With the gold dust in her hair

She is beauty, oh for just a token

But I can't evade her morning stare

And I'm free, free

Free, thank God I'm free

Won't you please walk down to edit time with me?

And I'm free