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 lookin' for freedom
I've been lookin' so long
I've been lookin' for freedom
still the search goes on
I've been lookin' for freedom
since I left my home town
I've been lookin' for freedom
still it can't be found

I headed down the track, my baggage on my back
I left the city far behind
walkin' down the road, with my heavy load
tryin' 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 [bad word] home some day

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 [bad word] for many years [bad word] I'll be searching door to door
but, given some time, some day I'm gonna find
the freedom I've been searchin' for