Drake White Back To Free
Where'd that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?
He's still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole
I must have turned eighteen and drove away
After all these years, I'm finding my way
Oh, back to climbin' up that old oak tree
Back to the mud underneath my feet
Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time
Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,
A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,
Back to real, back to me.
Back to free
Like we used to be
You and me
Let's get back to free
How the hell did we wind up here?
Self medicated in an lazy chair
Safely dying locked in our homes
Nobody's talking but we're all on the phone
I gotta get back to climbin' up that old oak tree
Back to the mud underneath my feet
Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time
Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,
A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,
Back to real, back to me
Back to free
Like we used to be
Yes, you and me
Let's get back to free
I said free
Free...
Rope swing, main street, pregnancy scare,
Fast lane, insane, driving impaired,
Empty pockets, sweet lover's lane,
The county's dry, so let it rain,
Short fuse, good news, plans were taught,
A negative tale stole Johnny Law
We had nothing
We had it all
We were free
Like we used to be
You and me
Let's get back to free
Where'd that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?
He's still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole
