Freedom
You can keep the house, the contents too
Now trust has gone I’ll start anew
Who needs a mortgage, and the all the bills?
Instead of the freedom of the hills
Life on the road travelling free
Looks like a pleasant life to me
The cab is my home; it’s got all I desire
I can earn plenty for what I require
Luxuries are the stars at night
The warmth of the sun and the bright moonlight
Life on the road travelling free
Looks like a pleasant life to me
No bags and baggage to hold me back
I’ve got all that I need in my one rucksack
With my dog for company I’ve no regrets
Especially as I have no debts
Life on the road travelling free
Looks like a pleasant life to me.
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