One morning in June some twenty years ago I was born a rich man's son. I had everything that money could buy but freedom I had none.

I've been looking for freedom I've been looking so long

I've been looking for freedom still the search goes on. I've been looking for freedom since I left my home town

I've been looking for freedom still it can't be found.

I headed down the track my baggage on my back I left the city far behind. Walking down the road with my heavy load Trying to find some peace of mind. Father said: You'll be sorry son if you leave your home this waymehr