She left, out of Leeville, when she was seventeen.
Get her down to South Texas in a broken down machine.
With all she had:
Left her Momma cryin' an' her Daddy mad.

An' when she wore her hair up, she could pass for twenty-one.
Brown eyes an' red lipstick she could sure leave a man undone.
She wouldn't be back.
She'd leave 'em all reelin' in the aftermath.

Singin': freedom is a wish she'll fool the stars an' the radio.
Tires are squealin' with St Christopher barely hangin' on.
La da da da da da da,
Da da da da, da da da da da da.
La da da la la.

She was down at the offshore lounge, singin' in the bar.
She sang Patsy Cline like you never heard: filled up her Mason jar,
With just enough cash,
To take herself a little further on down the map, yeah.

Singin': freedom is a wish she'll fool the stars an' the radio.
Tires are squealin' with St Christopher barely hangin' on.
La da da da da da da,
Da da da da, da da da da da da.
La da da la la.

Another heart, another time.
Another town she'll leave behind.

La da da da da da da,
Da da da da, da da da da da da.
La da da la la.

Singin': freedom.
(La da da da da da da,
Da da da da, da da da da da da.
La da da la la.)

Mmm, hmmm. (Singin' freedom.)

To fade.