Back To Free (回归自由) (Live) - Drake White

Written by：Randy Montana/Drake White/Phillip Pence

Where'd that dirt faced barefoot rebel kid go

He's still crawdad fishing at the watering hole

I musta turned 18 and drove away

After all these years I'm finding my way

Ohhh back to climbing up that old oak tree

Back to the mud underneath my feet

Back to a simpler state of mind

An easier life an easier time

Bottle rocket black cat fireflies

A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high

Back to real back to me

Back to free like we used to be

You and me let's get back to free

How the hell did we wind up here

Self medicated in a lazy chair

Safe from dying locked in our homes

Nobody's talking but we're all on the phone

I gotta get back climbing up that old oak tree

Back to the mud underneath my feet

Back to a simpler state of mind

An easier life an easier time

Bottle rocket black cat fireflies

A plywood ramp stacked three bricks high

Back to real back to me

Back to free like we used to be

You and me let's get back to free

Ay ay ay ay

I said free

Are you free

I said it rope swing main street pregnancy scare

Fast lane insane driving impaired

Empty pockets sweet lovers lane

The county's dry so he let's it rain

Short fuse good news plans were tall

A negative test Ole Johnny law

We had nothing we had it all

We were free like we used to be

You and me let's get back to free

Yea yea yea yea yea oh

Oh oh no yea

Where'd that dirt faced barefoot rebel kid go

He's still crawdad fishing at the watering hole