Liberty

Life is but a dream，
Psilocybin in the spring，
Made the foggy water roll，
The book of Revelation sing，
Had a dream that I was eight years older，
Burying the dog with my eight-year-old，
We were looking for arrowheads where the creeks meet，
Blue skies on a nice day，
He said "Look, daddy, it's a bald eagle"，
I said "Naw, buddy, that's an Osprey"，
Your momma's calling, I bet supper's ready，
Probably oughta start turning around，
What'd I just get finished telling you, boy，
Keep that barrel pointed at the ground，
Make sure nothing's in it，
Go hop in the truck, I'll be there in a minute，
Baby, give me liberty or give me death，
Forty hours and a day of rest，
Autumn leaves on these county roads，
Grab a hand, y'all bow your heads，
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground，
Raise 'em up right, pass it down，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
Swing by the market, we call it the mall，
Chair on the porch, plow on the wall，
Neighbors cashing out, selling the farm，
Fadin' like a flag on a barn，
Old church, holy ground，
Tore us up when they tore it down，
Some days sitting up here on this ridge，
I can see the whole town，
County paved over Riverchase，
First time I ever kissed her face，
Thank God she's still by my side，
Been a long year and hot July, goodness，
Yeah, I guess I always knew I'd end up in this，
Sleepy little town，
Give me liberty or give me death，
Forty hours and a day of rest，
Autumn leaves on these county roads，
Grab a hand, y'all bow your heads，
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground，
Raise 'em up right, pass it down，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
The souls of men，
Who fought and died，
If they rise again，
And they come for us，
Wrong or right，
In God we trust，
At dawn, we'll ride，
Give me liberty or give me death，
Forty hours and a day of rest，
Autumn leaves on these county roads，
Grab a hand, y'all bow your heads，
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground，
Raise 'em up right, pass it down，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
Fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
Yeah, fences keep the cattle in，
But they can't hold the souls of men，
The souls of men，
The souls of men。