Miles of Freedom
They're where I learned to drive my old man's jeep
Learned to use a clutch and it took some time
We stole signs and blew our smoke out the window
Learned to use the four wheel drive
There's so many miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
Everybody's got a place they go to let go
Reminisce on who they used to know
The things they've done before
Or their first drive in show
With their high school sweet heart little did they know
Nothing comes close to the
Miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
I've seen a lot of things
And been a whole lotta places
Seen the brightest city lights
But there ain't nothing that replaces
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
Learned to use a clutch and it took some time
We stole signs and blew our smoke out the window
Learned to use the four wheel drive
There's so many miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
Everybody's got a place they go to let go
Reminisce on who they used to know
The things they've done before
Or their first drive in show
With their high school sweet heart little did they know
Nothing comes close to the
Miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
I've seen a lot of things
And been a whole lotta places
Seen the brightest city lights
But there ain't nothing that replaces
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom
Miles of freedom on these roads
Cornfields as far as a tank of gas goes
Rivers run as the warm wind blows
Sun shines down on her painted blue toes
Asphalt turns to gravel
There's no place that I'd rather travel
Than the miles of freedom on these roads
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Writer(s): Kolton Beharriell
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