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Broken freedom song (Kris Kristofferson)

Got a song about a soldier
Ridin' somewhere on a train,
Empty sleeves pinned to his shoulder
And some pills to ease the pain,
Started drinkin' in El Paso
He was drunk in San Antone,
Tellin' strangers who were sleepin'
How he hated goin' home.

Just a simple song of freedom
He was never fighting for
No one's listening when you need'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more.

Got a song about a sister
Waitin' somewhere by the phone,
For some man who never missed her
Ever since he come and gone,
And it's harder for a woman
With a baby on the way
That's the price of being human
When you're poor enough to pay.

So she listens to the freedom
In the silence at her door
No one's missin' `til you need'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more.

Got a song about a saviour
Lookin' lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers
And a cross he never made
And he's sadder than he's wiser
And a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father
Left him bleedin' and alone.

Just a broken song of freedom
And the closin' of a door
No one's missin' `til you need'em
Ain't no fun to sing that song no more