Rare Bird Title No. 1 Again (birdman)
Straight from my home
Late at night
By the back door
Search for a light
That might show me the way
Shotgun in hand
I left a three time loser
A face that was seen
But not going to see
Unchain my hands
Now I've got my freedom
Highways I've roamed
Looking for the distant faces
Gold on the border
And silver in my hands
Meantime I stay
Alone and never changing
And if I did
No one got in my way
Unchain my hands
Now I've got my freedom
