Every mornin i greet the mirror
say 'how the hell are ya doin son?'
sometimes the man smiles and other times he sighs
and answers me in the voice of a child

he says 'i declare that this life ain't real
that we are the reflections of what we choose to feel'
i was uncertain if his words were true
so i poured myself a drink and wrote this song for you

and no one ever told me
how lonesome freedom can be
i broke out of the prison
just to be chained to the breeze
im gettin thin
growin old
roamin freedom road

i met my best friend when i lived in hell
and i learned of heartache drinkin from heaven's well
and asaint once told me that i was holy
then she handed me a serpent and a gun

i loaded the revolver and I shot the snake
turned its skin into a noose; i walked to the lake
well the saint said 'what the hell do ya think you're doin?'
said 'i don't rightly know, but it seemed easier than prayin.'

and no one ever told me
how lonesome freedom can be
i broke out of the prison
just to be chained to the breeze
im gettin thin
growin old
roamin freedom road
roamin freedom road

the devil he come along, cut me loose
fed to his hellhound nmy rattlesnake noose
then he spoke to me soft and sweet
and he said 'young man, i can help you back on your feet.'
there i stood before the devil and a saint
both offerin to me the keys to their gates
well i shot off three silver rounds
one for the good
one for the bad
and one to lay me down

and no one ever told me
how lonesome freedom can be
i broke out of the prison
just to be chained to the breeze
im gettin thin
growin old
roamin freedom road
roamin freedom road
roamin freedom road
roamin freedom road