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free since the mornin',
they told us at night.
They wrote it on paper,
ain't read it out loud,
folded the good news up under the crowd.
I was free for two summers and never even knew,
same sun, same field,
same masters, same crew.
What's a freedom they hand you on a two-year delay?
Somethin' I always owned that they gave back yesterday.
So I don't clap easy,
I don't trust the bell,
let out the cage by the man who built the cell.
free since the mornin',
they told us at night,
free in the dark,
way before the daylight.
pass me the red,
pour one for the gone,
we free in the kitchen,
we free on the lawn.
free, free,
two summers too late,
free, free, but we still celebrate.
We worked past the freedom,
we worked through the lie,
sang to the mornin',
ain't know it was nigh.
Two and a half winters the truth had to crawl,
slow as a wagon,
it came for us all.
When the word finally landed,
the whole field went still,
grown men on they knees on the side of the hill.
We waited so long that we married the wait,
learned to praise the Lord and still carry the hate.
free since the mornin',
they told us at night,
free in the dark,
way before the daylight.
pass me the red,
pour one for the gone,
we free in the kitchen,
we free on the lawn.
free, free, two summers too late,
free, free, but we still celebrate.
Now the smoke off the grill is a flag in the air,
auntie on the speaker,
uncle in the chair.
We pour the red sweet,
we plate up the soul,
every fork is a freedom that they couldn't control.
Great-great-grandkid of the ones who got told late,
so I don't waste a summer,
I don't postpone a date.
Free on my own clock now,
I read it out loud,
the news they kept folded,
I'm screamin'
it proud. free, free,
two summers too late,
free, free, but we still celebrate.