Free to move along down Highway 52
Free to sing a song when the feeling overtakes you
Free to contemplate the virtue of the long wait
Free to rearrange, free to resituate
Free to please, to keep me company
Oh, baby you’re free, free, free
The nonsense of things is sheer inspiration
Generation least inhales the nation
And these, the future kings of the underground
Wouldn’t know the future if it ran them over
Free to wrap your arms around the soul in my waist
Free to repeat the way to understate
You are hereby free to accelerate
You’re just as free to disapprove
Free to please, to keep me company
Oh, baby you’re free, free, free
Let’s have a round of applause for the modern sound
And a bigger hand for “This Land is Your Land”
Let ring the chimes, these are your best of times
Sing it loud and clear and reckless, than pass it on
Free to move along down Highway 52
Free to sing a song when the feeling overtakes you
Free to contemplate the virtue of the long wait
Free to rearrange, free to resituate
Free to please, to keep me company
Oh, baby you’re free, free, free
