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Freedom Call - Studio Version

Words and music fully written and composed by Erich Beck A look at the real meaning of freedom LYRICS Jimmy was a rounder in Alberta And we used to ride those freight cars, livin’ high Well, we’d hear that whistle callin’ like a love call through the pines And we’d catch that outbound rattler rollin’ by Well, we worked the big rodeos in Alberta And we turned our hands to herdin’ in the fall But when the cold north wind came whippin’ down that Rocky Mountain wall We turned our tails for a southbound rattler’s call CHORUS Now you can hear that whistle blow Train comes rollin’, oh so slow Well he heard that freedom call, like a fire through the brain But now he’ll never catch that outbound train again Then came the cruel thirties and we were shiftin’ From day jobs cuttin’ wood and bailin’ hay And then when some man said ‘Son, we got nothin’ we can pay’, We’d maybe swap a song and then be on our way. Footloose, sometimes hungry, but never lonely Jimmy’s laughin’ eyes would get us by At the farmhouse door the lady smiled, as we chewed some bitter rye And then waited at the slow bend down the line CHORUS Then one day we met the ragged lines of miners (They were) strikebound in the shanties we passed by And the only time I ever saw old laughin’ Jimmy cry Was when we looked into those hungry, hollow eyes Well, we watched the organisers in the mornin’ They were tryin’ to get more pickets by the mines But a man with empty eyes and a heart burned out and dry Don’t do much good on a bloody picket line So Jimmy started singin’ at the meetin’s Started raisin’ cain like he’d never done before Until they met him on a lonely road road and they call’d themselves the law Now with busted hands he only sings out more At night, we still hear those gentle whistles callin’ They’re sayin’ ‘Good times are a lone blue hill away’ But he just turns his head, a-sayin’ ‘Someone’s always got to pay, But one day we’ll ship them good time back again.’ CHORUS And you can hear, that whistle blow Hear it callin’, oh so low Now he’s heard that freedom call, like a fire in the brain And now he’ll never ride that outbound train again Yes, you can hear, that whistle blow Train goes rollin’ oh so slow But he’s heard that freedom call, like a fire in the brain And now he’ll never ride that outbound train again No, he’ll never ride that outbound train again.