Flying Machine Lyrics

I was only 16, just got my pay

No girlfriend, no regrets, no one in my way

Pulled on the two lane, in my old '64

Pointed her southbound and jammed on the floor. Give me that

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That nowhere to be that I'm gonna see

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That old willow wind is calling again

We've got the right places to see

And that old Golden highway was calling to me

Pulled on the freeway, was just barely dawn

The Eagles were singing I'm 'Already Gone

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That nowhere to be that I'm gonna see

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That old willow wind is calling again

But once in a while, when I'm feeling bound

I gather up my bags and get out of this town

It's a lump in the throat, like a broken heart

A storybook ending that needs a new start

I've traveled this roadway for fortune and fee

Traded my Chevy for a slick SUV

Through front range and forest and dusty old trail

I see that horizon, and I'm bound to set sail

Better give me that

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That nowhere to be that I'm gonna see

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet freedom

That old willow wind is calling again