Stamping ground in your red state soil
Pounding stakes in your Atlanta rail
I've come to realize that southern man was misguided.
Even if it's his written right to be
No one sea-to-shining-sea is free
As free, as a bird.
As free as a bird, as free as a wingless bird.
The song you heard, was more than you could ever learn.
It was the southern man who said to me,
"Boy, you're going to be free.
As free, as a bird."
His land is his, hers is hers
They're land is yours if greed plays your hand.
It was made for commons.
For you, and for me
As the litter flies from your window free
As free, as a bird.
As free as a bird, as free as a wicked bird.
The sound you heard, was more than you could ever learn.
It was the southern man who said to me,
"Boy, you're going to be free.
As free, as a bird."