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Taken from "Broken Freedom Song: Live From San Fansisco," so it might be a
different version. Corrections welcome.
G7Got a song about a sColdier
G7Ridin somewhere on a tCrain
G7Empty sleeve pinned to his sChoulder
G7And some pills to ease the Cpain
FStarted drinkin in El CPaso
FHe was drunk by San CAntone
FTellin strangers who were sCleepin
G7How he hated goin D7home
CJust a simple song of fG7reedom
CHe was never fightin G7for
CNo one's listenin 'til you need G7'em
FAin't no fun to sCing that song no Ammore
Got a song about a sister
Waitin lonesome by the phone
For some man who never missed her
Ever since he come and gone
And it's harder for a woman
With a baby on the way
That's the price of bein' human
When you're poor enough to pay
So she listens to the freedom
In the silence at her door
No one's missin 'til you need 'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more
Got a song about a savior
Lookin lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers
And a cross he never made
And he's sadder than he's wiser
And a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father
Left him bleeding and alone
Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missin' til you need 'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more
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