They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had

I came here for love I want you to reach out This is what we came here for, we came here for love For someone to hold me down I won't give it up, no I can see that you're watching me Come over, talk to me, need you to give me a sign You got that

I felt so free Where I wanted to be The days went so fast How I wish they could last So far from my homeland I´m lost in time For that peace of mind Those sacred landscapes Come miles around

Going home to live Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world Trouble of this world, trouble of this world A man who's genius and freedoms and Ability to communicate and To talk, and to touch chords A man who has the ability and the audacity And

They may not play this on the radio So I'm gonna make damn sure So hear my spirit roar Through my melody I'll make sure you remember me Roar free, in myself Kill this thug, it's a felony I'll make sure you remember This is the realest shit I ever wrote

Within the one and only eye (we all stood cut free) Only loss fills my void A sacrifice And we will shatter you Within the one and only eye (Self-blinded to see through the veil) Willing the sea to cleanse my soul Of all that I've been To bring me free

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

I can't believe it's last night again I can leave myself here The days seem so familiar There's something about the evenings Even though they change every now and then (Kenny Chesney): Well I can be myself here I can free myself here I see things go down