© [2026] [Chase Stringfield/ C-String] All Rights Reserved. -What A Free Man Sees- I.. can't... let you just... run.....away... There's people out there without a whole lot of trust... these days... Tip your hat to others when you feel like you want to stray Keep everyone guessing when you put yourself on display You know.. Out there... you can make a name Staying here.. you'll always be in someone's aim Take the dirt roads.. Hidden back wood paths Avoid the outlaws and the aftermath Dusting up trails, watchers in the trees Running from the dangers, what a free man sees Yeah, we’re taking the dirt roads! The natives are whispering chants, a form of art Every man has got a bite behind the bark Hold your gun until the noises quietly fade Living in fear from the choices we made You know.. Out there... you can make a change Staying here.. you'll always be someone's blame Take the dirt roads.. Hidden back wood paths Avoid the outlaws and the aftermath Dusting up trails, watchers in the trees Running from the dangers, what a free man sees Yeah, we’re taking the dirt roads! Take the dirt roads.. Hidden back wood paths Avoid the outlaws and the aftermath Dusting up trails, watchers in the trees Running from the dangers, what a free man sees Yeah, we’re taking the dirt roads!
