Straight from my home Late at night By the back door Search for a light That might show me the way Shotgun in hand I left a three time loser A face that was seen But not going to see Unchain my hands Now I've got my freedom Highways I've roamed Looking for the distant faces Gold on the border And silver in my hands Meantime I stay Alone and never changing And if I did No one got in my way Unchain my hands Now I've got my freedom
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