Back To Free - Drake White

Where’d that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?

He’s still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole

I must have turned eighteen and drove away

After all these years, I’m finding my way

Oh, back to climbin' up that old oak tree

Back to the mud underneath my feet

Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time

Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,

A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,

Back to real, back to me.

Back to free

Like we used to be

You and me

Let’s get back to free

How the hell did we wind up here?

Self medicated in an lazy chair

Safely dying locked in our homes

Nobody’s talking but we’re all on the phone

I gotta get back to climbin' up that old oak tree

Back to the mud underneath my feet

Back to a simpler state of mind, an easier life, an easier time

Bottle rocket, black cat, firefly,

A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high,

Back to real, back to me

Back to free

Like we used to be

Yes, you and me

Let’s get back to free

I said free

Free…

Rope swing, main street, pregnancy scare,

Fast lane, insane, driving impaired,

Empty pockets, sweet lover’s lane,

The county’s dry, so let it rain,

Short fuse, good news, plans were taught,

A negative tale stole Johnny Law

We had nothing

We had it all

We were free

Like we used to be

You and me

Let’s get back to free

Where’d that dirt-faced barefoot rebel kid go?

He’s still crawdad fishin' at the waterin' hole