People always tell me their life story   Love they've lost, their taste of glory   He sat next to me at the counter in the diner   Said, "I used to be Wall Street but this is much finer," oh yeah      He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley   And a dark-eyed girlfriend he called Charlie   He looked a little lost walkin' out the door   But I think I knew what he was lookin' for   Freedom, sweet freedom      I gassed 'er up, climbed back in my cab   To my wife I'm a husband, to my kids I'm a dad   To the credit card companies I'm just another sucker   To the IRS, a long-haul trucker, ooh yeah      Some say that freedom's the power to do what one pleases   You can live like the devil or hold on to Jesus   I found the one thing I was born to do   And girl that's why I'm runnin' back to you   Freedom, sweet freedom      He climbed up in my truck with his green duffel bag   I knew he was a soldier 'cause I saw his dog tags   We talked about it   We cried about it      Then a steel horse Harley came roarin' on past   I knew it was Charlie hangin' on real fast   We talked about it   We laughed about it      Through the joy and pain that living brings   Don't we all want the same thing   Freedom, sweet freedom      It's what the junkie needs that the needle can't give   The oppressed and forgotten are praying for it   It's what the brave and courageous are fightin' for   An open sail on a distant shore   Freedom