Laber- und Quatschthread Süd

One morning in June some twenty years ago

I was born a rich man's son.

I had everything that money could buy

but freedom I had none.

I've been looking for freedom

I've been looking so long

I've been looking for freedom

still the search goes on.

I've been looking for freedom

since I left my home town

I've been looking for freedom

still it can't be found.

I headed down the track

my baggage on my back

I left the city far behind.

Walking down the road with my heavy load

Trying to find some peace of mind.

Father said: You'll be sorry

son

if you leave your home this way

And when you realize the freedom money buys

You'll come running home some day.

I've been looking for freedom

I've been looking so long

...

I paid a lotta dues

had plenty to lose

travelling across the land.

Worked on a farm

got some muscle in my arm

But still I'm not a self-made man.

I'll be on the run for many years to come

I'll be searching door to door.

But given some time

someday I'm gonna find

The freedom I've been searching for.

I've been looking for freedom

I've been looking so long

...

I've been looking for freedom

I've been looking so long