My mother was someone called freedom
And my father was a child unto the wind.
From the hills of the southland I came ridin'.
A lonely road, a bike and me.

With a rebel flag unfurled into the wind
And worn out boots that have seen the
places I've been.
Only God knows my mind and knows
when it's time for,
A lonely road, a bike and me.

Please, don't cry when I'm go.
My home's on down that lonely road.
'Cause I told you. the way it would be,
A lonely road, a bike and me.

My mother was someone called freedom
And my father was a child unto the wind.
From the hills of the southland I came ridin'.
A lonely road, a bike and me.

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