Liberty - Sam Hunt

Life is but a dream, Psilocybin in the spring

Made the foggy water roll

The Book of Revelation sing

Had a dream that I was eight years older

Buryin' the dog with my eight-year-old

We were looking for arrowheads where the creeks meet

Blue skies on a nice day

He said "Look, daddy, it's a bald eagle"

I said, "Naw, buddy, that's an Osprey"

Your momma's callin', I bet supper's ready

Probably oughta start turning around

What'd I just get finished telling you, boy?

Keep that barrel pointed at the ground

Make sure nothing's in it

Go hop in the truck, I'll be there in a minute

Baby, give me liberty or give me death

Forty hours and a day of rest

Autumn leaves on these county roads

Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads

A bunch of kids, little fertile ground

Raise 'em up right, pass it down

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

Swing by the market, we call it the mall

Chair on the porch, plow on the wall

Neighbors cashin' out, sellin' the farm

Fadin' like a flag on a barn

Old church, holy ground

Tore us up when they tore it down

Some days sittin' up here on this ridge

I can see the whole town

County paved over Riverchase

First time I ever kissed her face

Thank God she's still by my side

Been a long year and hot July, goodness

Yeah, I guess I always knew I'd end up in this

Sleepy little town

Give me liberty or give me death

Forty hours and a day of rest

Autumn leaves on these county roads

Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads

A bunch of kids, little fertile ground

Raise 'em up right, pass it down

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

The souls of men

Who fought and died if they rise again

And they come for us, wrong or right

In God we trust

At dawn, we'll ride

Give me liberty or give me death

Forty hours and a day of rest

Autumn leaves on these county roads

Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads

A bunch of kids, little fertile ground

Raise 'em up right, pass it down

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

Fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

Yeah, fences keep the cattle in

But they can't hold the souls of men

The souls of men

The souls of men