Ran across a friend of mine
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Hadn't seen since eleventh grade
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Saw our name on the marquie sign
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And stopped in to see us play
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He said, man it's been a few years
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I said, man, they'll let anybody in here
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We sat and talked of rebel days gone by
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And we laughed of how our dreams of California
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Never got much past the county line
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We drank a toast to long lost friends
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And all those crazy things we did
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It was freebird in a firebird
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On the way up Hawthorne road
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Long necks, long hair
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Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
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Play the drum set on the dashboard
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Lighters held up for the encore
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And not a worry in that southern summer sky
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And we let that freebird fly
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He said, man it's funny
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How that time is bound to race
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And how you'd give back your right arm
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To get back just a day
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Or retaste your first teenage kiss
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Feel them backroads turn and twist
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Seeing nothing but dust in your rearview
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There wasn't a car in our town any faster
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Now yesterday's just rusting in my pasture
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We were too big, the town was too small
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But looking back we had it all
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Singing freebird in a firebird
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On the way up Hawthorne road
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Long necks, long hair
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Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
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Play the drum set on the dashboard
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Lighters held up for the encore
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And not a worry in that southern summer sky
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And we let that freebird fly
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---- Instrumental Interlude ----
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It was freebird in a firebird
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On the way up Hawthorne road
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Long necks, long hair
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Wild eyed girls and rock and roll
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Play the drum set on the dashboard
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Lighters held up for the encore
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And not a worry in that southern summer sky
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And we let that freebird fly
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Let that freebird fly
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Freebird in a Firebird
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| Heartland |
