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

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

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

Rise over shadow mountains blazing with power! Crossing valleys, endless tears, in unity we stand Far and wide across the land, the victory is ours On towards the gates of reason Fight for the truth and the freedom, Gloria Cry out for the fallen heroes

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

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

Screaming the name Of a foreigner's God The purest expression of grief She moves with shameless wonder The perfect creature rarely seen Since some lie I brought the thunder When the land was godless and free Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty

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

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

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