Free To Fly
Album: Where Country Starts
By: Bill Archer
By: Bill Archer
Duration
2:36
Genres
Description
Just up tempo song warning her next love not to make the same mistakes.
Lyrics
She had the hammer down, headed out of town, she said she wasn't coming back. Man she lit up the night, like the fourth of July, as she flew across those tracks. I could give a chase, in this bucket of rust, but I can't tame that wild horse. She was mine so take some advise cause someday she might be yours. Shes gotta be free to fly, don't try to clip her wings, and give her room to run, she'll come back if it's ment to be. Don't put her in a corner,don't try to make her feel small, if shes mad just avoid her, you'd better be home when she calls. Now shes not in to caviar, or sippin fine champaign, and she really love that sports car, she call it ol' paint. It's a candy apple red sixty seven mustang, man that thang can fly, and if you try to hold down, you can kiss those tail lights goodbye. Shes gotta be free to fly, don't try to clip her wings, and give her room to run, she'll come back if it's ment to be. Don't put her in a corner,dont' try to make her feel small, if shes mad just avoid her, you'd better be home when she calls.
