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Hey Mama, I'm going on at 9 o'clock Athens, Georgia at the 40 Watt That's my name up on the marquee Good to see, then I'm gone like a tumbleweed Rolled-up blue jeans, greener grass Guitar sound out the Marshall stack And I missed those glory days 'Cause I was born 40 years too late Or maybe right on time Way back, never gonna see me again Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain Playing with the band, staying up till dawn Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change Living that free way Living that free way We're all chasing something real Turnpike's playing outside of Mobile Birdie's working AG for the GCA Ellie just bought herself a cheap Mustang And I still play bass Letras de cancionesWay back, never gonna see me again Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain Playing with the band, staying up till dawn Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change Living that free way Living that free way Way back, never gonna see me again Sweet like nothing, a whisper in the wind Rolling down a river like a lost map dot Mark Twain Playing with the band, staying up till dawn Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change Yeah, what you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change Living that free way Living that free way Living that free way Living that free way From Letras Mania