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Kris Kristofferson Broken Freedom Song Live From San Francisco

See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still Like an echo of an age long forgotten; There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened

he sat down beside her shining like Saturday night Shandy was his for the saving sweet as she looked in the light And maybe they moved from the bar

song of freedom he was never fighting for No one's listenin' when you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more Got a song about the sister waitin

looked up from the potion he was cooking in a spoon And nailed me with the anger in his eye He said do you really believe in freedom I said I do he

[ Kris Kristofferson ] The scene was a small roadside cafe the waitress was sweepin' the floor Two truck drivers drinking their coffee and two Okie

Was it wonderful for you was it holy as it was for me Did you feel the hand of destiny that was guidin' us together You were young enough to dream