Free
If we all did a little more smoking
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
Sitting there way across the land
In a place you think I'd never understand
But in truth I know it better than you think
Ain't a lot different between you and me
I can't change what my daddy done
No I can't wash his sins away
But I can damn sure light another one
Sit with you and pass it your way
I'll sit and pass it your way
If we all did a little more smoking
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
So here's to hoping
With arms wide open
We can get to living again
And Do a little more smoking
News man saying that we can't be friends
And we've been buying it for way too long
We all want the same thing in the end
A better life for our kids and one more song
A better life and another song
At the end of the day
We all bleed the same blood
We ain't getting anywhere on hate
I think it's time for a little love
Sing it now
If we all did a little more smoking (smoking)
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
So here's to hoping
With arms wide open
We can get to living again
And Do a little more smoking
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
Sitting there way across the land
In a place you think I'd never understand
But in truth I know it better than you think
Ain't a lot different between you and me
I can't change what my daddy done
No I can't wash his sins away
But I can damn sure light another one
Sit with you and pass it your way
I'll sit and pass it your way
If we all did a little more smoking
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
So here's to hoping
With arms wide open
We can get to living again
And Do a little more smoking
News man saying that we can't be friends
And we've been buying it for way too long
We all want the same thing in the end
A better life for our kids and one more song
A better life and another song
At the end of the day
We all bleed the same blood
We ain't getting anywhere on hate
I think it's time for a little love
Sing it now
If we all did a little more smoking (smoking)
And a lot more joking
I think we'd be a little more free
And a lot less broken
So here's to hoping
With arms wide open
We can get to living again
And Do a little more smoking
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Writer(s): Patrick Juhasz
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