Bird of Freedom
TIFT MERRITT
Where were you when the plane went down?
When the president was born,
When they founded this town.
She was standing out back, she could hardly hear the band.
My bird of freedom with a gun in her hand.
Have you seen the parade in her eye?
Hungry and hot,
Like the fourth of July.
What is it about her that you don't understand.\?
My bird of freedom with a gun in her hand.
Don't look back now boys,
As she waves and gets small.
With those sweet wings that beat,
Those sweet wings at night,
How those sweet wings fight --
It ain't no choice at all.
Are you cool and dry, are you keeping warm?
Shadowboxing
This thunderstorm.
Write me and tell eme where we fit in what is planned.
Me and my bird of freedom with a gun in her hand.