Paroles de la chanson Freedom (Johnny’s Song) par Gavin DeGraw
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Paroles de la chanson Freedom (Johnny’s Song) par Gavin DeGraw
Johnny's got a family of five, and he works for the state
He got debts that are piling high, and an old Chevrolet
Willie on the dash playin' tunes
Smells like grass cuz he's covered in June
Picking up extra cash mowing lawns with his kids
Stained sneakers walk through the church as they kneel down to pray
Sayin', "Please Lord, have pity on us, take our troubles away
These seeds that we're plantin' with you
We hope one day, oh Lord will come true"
I remember even right now that look on his face
He got debts that are piling high, and an old Chevrolet
Willie on the dash playin' tunes
Smells like grass cuz he's covered in June
Picking up extra cash mowing lawns with his kids
Stained sneakers walk through the church as they kneel down to pray
Sayin', "Please Lord, have pity on us, take our troubles away
These seeds that we're plantin' with you
We hope one day, oh Lord will come true"
I remember even right now that look on his face
So we'd get high, and we'd ramble
Get drunk and we'd gamble
Teenagers cruising at 75
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama"
Stay out all damn weekend
Sundays are for sleeping
Nobody leaving this planet alive
Might as well enjoy your freedom
Yeah freedom
Went to Woodstock
With his draft papers in his back pocket from Vietnam
Workin' in the slammer
Did hard time
Went through hell together, they'd die for each other
Oh these lovers in arms
Get drunk and we'd gamble
Teenagers cruising at 75
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama"
Stay out all damn weekend
Sundays are for sleeping
Nobody leaving this planet alive
Might as well enjoy your freedom
Yeah freedom
Went to Woodstock
With his draft papers in his back pocket from Vietnam
Workin' in the slammer
Did hard time
Went through hell together, they'd die for each other
Oh these lovers in arms
Yeah, they'd get high and they'd ramble
Get drunk and they'd gamble
When they were younger like everyone else
Like you couldn't blow out their candle
Stay out all damn weekend
Sundays are for sleeping
Nobody leaving this planet alive
Might as well enjoy your freedom
Yeah, freedom
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