I may work a job that I can't stand
With broken pride and cracked up hands
But Friday when the work is done
It's where I find my freedom
So I crank the tunes up in my car
And drive to anywhere you are
And if my car broke down well then I'd run
To where I find my freedom
So you open your door to my tired face
And welcome me into your place
You understand how far I've come
To where I find my freedom
Then you offer me a nice cold drink
'Cause inside I'm too tired to think
I'd always sought a simple love
It's where I find my freedom
Late at night we sway to sleep
I pray to God that you will keep
Me in your arms 'til the rising sun
It's where I find my freedom
It's where I find my freedom

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Writer(s): CHRIS TRAPPER