From the album Pollyanna’s Attic.

Written by Carolyn Arends.

I count my blessings, I am a daughter
Of the Land of Opportunity
I want for nothing, no one can stop me
Or take away my liberties
I’ve got a flag in my backyard
And a gun in my hand
And every night I thank the Good Lord
For this great land

‘Cause we are free from the cradle to the grave
So free of meaning and we like it that way
Yeah we are free, we played it all so smart
‘Cause ain’t nobody gonna bother stopping
What we never did start
Yeah we are free

Can’t see the forest for the skyscraper
Locked in cold war with the sun
Which one will kill us: hate or indifference?
Or has all the killing been done?
Well I don’t know why I’m asking
‘Cause I’m well aware
That while we’re free to wonder
We’re more free not to care

Chorus

Now we’re so full of freedom that we may just well
Split down the middle like the Liberty Bell
There’s just too many lies that we’re too free to tell
We’re all free to die, we’re free to go to hell …

Yeah we are free from the cradle to the grave
So free of meaning and we like it that way
Yeah we are free, we played it all so smart
‘Cause ain’t nobody gonna bother stopping
What we never did start
Yeah we are freeHow does it feel to be free?

Ain’t nobody gonna bother, ‘body gonna bother stopping now …

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Pollyanna’s Attic

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