Wiggins Special (Freedom Ain't Free)

Wee Charlie Wiggins, born to coal
Born to make that shoe-black shine
The KKK drove Charlie home
To speedway town, way down southside
Charlie raised his junkyard cat
Who roared for the king of speed
His jet-fuel mind turned black to gold
Them white boys craved his alchemy

Last Sunday in May and freedom ain't free
The highway shouts on highway
The open road will take its toll
Triple A left him behind

Well, it was a tune-up test on a Louisville track
White man's race but Charlie's steel
That Kentucky mob said, "That man's Black!"
They rolled him out on a paddywagon wheel
Charlie made them tires burn
His memories by the wayside go
Amid the weeds and the wildflowers
And them rainbow-colored Firestones

Last Sunday in May and freedom ain't free
The highway shouts on highway
The open road will take its toll
Triple A left them behind

Charlie knew the sound of speed, he heard that black cat pur
Down Hillside, Shirley knows it too, the highway shouts to her
Shirley's got a '62 Mercury, teal Meteor, with tailfins sharp
The road calls out to call it home
But home needs fixin for a broken heart

Last Sunday in May and freedom ain't free
The highway shouts on highway
The open road will take its toll
Triple A left them behind



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse James Deconto
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