In my dreams I was a cowboy riding like the wind
Through the Northern plains to where the blue sky ends
An old guitar and a 45 were my companions 
A skewbald and a stray dog my best friends

Freedom, sweet freedom
Some say it's the only worthy goal
Freedom, sweet freedom
Or is it just a promise to our soul?

Heather was a beauty and she treated me so well
How much I loved to spend the night with her 
But she couldn't stop talking about marriage and kids 
It scared me to be caged in like a bird

Freedom, sweet freedom
Oh she looked easy on the eyes
Freedom, sweet freedom
For every comfort there's a price

I put on a fine suit worked seven days a week 
The paycheck brought a big grin to my face
The fridge in the garage was filled with french champagne
The old guitar stayed lonely in its case

Freedom, sweet freedom
I could hardly recall that sound
Freedom, sweet freedom
It was just a noise in the background

Caught up in my work I failed to make her smile
Then one day she found someone who did
I couldn't even blame her somehow I was relieved 
I'd acted like a fucking idiot 

Freedom, sweet freedom
Freed from any pressure of success
Freedom, sweet freedom
Why does it come along with loneliness

Freedom sweet freedom
Freedom sweet freedom
Freedom sweet freedom
Freedom sweet freedom