Born in the heart of the corn rows
Flashing by when you drive down a county road
Raised on daddy's old record collection
Hank, Alabama, and Superstition
That needle hits the grove
And she moves
In her own direction
She's a free bird shout out middle of the crowd
Starts waking up when the sun goes down
Worn in Levi's faded just right
Z28 from 69'
Bright red lipstick staining my shirt
But it's alright now
Moves to a rhythm
Smooth and difficult
Classic unconventional
American original
Front row Sunday always on time
But there ain't a place that angel won't fly
She ain't afraid of an ice cold beer
When she walks in man you know she's here
Makes her own rules
Breaks her own rules
Makes the night disappear
She's a free bird shout out middle of the crowd
Starts waking up when the sun goes down
Worn in Levi's faded just right
Z28 from 69'
Bright red lipstick staining my shirt
But it's alright now
Moves to a rhythm
Smooth and difficult
Classic unconventional
American original
She's a free bird shout out middle of the crowd
Starts waking up when the sun goes down
Worn in Levi's faded just right
Z28 from 69'
Bright red lipstick staining my shirt
But it's alright now
Moves to a rhythm
Smooth and difficult
Classic unconventional
American original