Hello, my name is Lisa Michelle and I'd like to sing you a song. Welcome to the honky tonk! We're going full freedom. Those wild wild! Freedoms. Where you have to see them to believe them. One, two, three, hit it! (Verse 1) Just knee-high to a grasshopper, down at the Calgary grounds Daddy held my hand tight as the chuckwagons came around The dirt was flying high and the crowd began to roar But I was looking past the fences to an open door I saw a lady on a barrel horse, sparkly blue and fast She didn't look back once at the shadows she had cast I remembered thinking, "Daddy, that's what I wanna be" Not just watching the show, but part of the stampede (Chorus) Oh, it’s about full freedom Yeah, wild, wild freedom Like a mustang wind that you just can't tame A neon sign on the Midway callin' out your name You gotta chase it down, you gotta let it roll It’s the honky tonk heartbeat deep in your soul You gotta see 'em to believe 'em Those wild, wild freedoms (Verse 2) Well, I traded in my ribbons for some rhinestones on my shirt Learned to two-step on a floor covered in sawdust and dirt Friday night lights under an Alberta sky so big I got my own set of wheels and a weekend gig A few sweet-talking cowboys tried to rope me in a lie Promised me the moon and a fenced-in lullaby I said, "Boys, you look good, but you better understand I ain't looking for a hitch, I'm looking for the land." (Chorus) Oh, it’s about full freedom Yeah, wild, wild freedom Like a mustang wind that you just can't tame A neon sign on the Midway callin' out your name You gotta chase it down, you gotta let it roll It’s the honky tonk heartbeat deep in your soul You gotta see 'em to believe 'em Those wild, wild freedoms (Guitar & Steel Guitar Solo – fast and energetic!) (Bridge) Now the years have flown by like a Rangeland derby race And I finally found my rhythm, I finally found my place That little girl watching through the railing at the wild freedom? She blossomed into a woman with an untamed heart. The horizon is wide open and the saddle belongs to me. (Verse 3) So turn up that jukebox, let the fiddle saw away We're celebrating independence every single day From the foothills to the city, let the story be told Of a spirit that couldn't be bought, bossed, or sold. (Chorus) Oh, it’s about full freedom Yeah, wild, wild freedom Like a mustang wind that you just can't tame A neon sign on the Midway callin' out your name You gotta chase it down, you gotta let it roll It’s the honky tonk heartbeat deep in your soul You gotta see 'em to believe 'em Those wild, wild freedoms (Outro) Yeah, those wild, wild freedoms! We saw 'em and we believe 'em! Wild, wild freedom.
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