I got no money in my pockets.   I got a hole in my jeans.   I had a job and I lost it.   But it won't get to me.   Cause I'm ridin' with my baby.   And its a brand new day.   Were on the wings of an angel, flying away.      (chorus)   And the sun is shining.   This road keeps winding.   Through the prettiest country from Georgia too Tennesse.   And I got the one I love beside me, but your close behind me.   I'm alive and I'm free.   Who wouldn't want to be me?      She's struming on my six string,   Across the Prairies.   She's stomping out a Rhythm, and singing to me, the sweetest song.      (chorus x 2)   I got no money in my pockets.   I got a hole in my jeans.   Were on the wings of an angel, and I'm Free.   She's struming on my six string, Its across the prairies.   She's stomping out a rhythm, and singing too me.