| 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. All Lyrics © Copyrighted in 2009. |
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