Gonna drift to the great wide open Gonna set my spirit free Won't stop till I reach the ocean Gonna break these chains holding me Gonna swim in the coldest river Gonna drink from a mountain spring Deep in the land of the great wide open And let the water

Gonna drift to the great wide open Gonna set my spirit free Won't stop till I reach the ocean Gonna break these chains holding me Gonna swim in the coldest river Gonna drink from a mountain spring Deep in the land of the great wide open And let the water

And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made? We got it made You know we got it made Yeah, land of the free Home of the hard, home of the tough We some gun toting, church going

In a land of desire, your heart filled with fire We will sail on, forever on To the land of the evening star The land of the evening star You live for the right to be free We'll be one tonight Don't you shut your eyes in silence Tonight gather near, come

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Join the Scottish revolution Freedom must be won by blood Now we call for revolution Play the pipes and cry out loud Rally all the clans Now that our time has come to fight Scotland must unite We'll make a stand on Stirling ground To put a challenge to

Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man And a roving young fellow I've been I have acres of land I have men at command I have always a shilling to spare Well I

Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe And in the land of the free You know nothing comes for free These colours don't run, Like colours