Letras
Country roads, summer rains
Sunday hikes through mountain terrain
There's dust out in the fields
But we work them till they yield
That's what freedom means to me
A baby cries on the fourth of July
Born in this country that I love
Another night spent tucked in tight
We pray for peace then turn out the light
That's what freedom means to me
A soldier cries on Christmas night
Misses family no end in sight
Another night he spends in fright
We keep our country and our rights
That's what freedom means to me
Bright blue skies
Moon filled nights
Fireworks and lights
Apple pies
That's what freedom means to me
Gathering on main street
Bands marching children watching
As we praise the ones that came before
To give this land that we adore
That's what freedom means to me