Paroles: Kris Kristofferson. Broken Freedom Song: Live From San Francisco. Broken Freedom Song.

Got a song about a soldier ridin' somewhere on a train
Empty sleeve pinned to the shoulder and some pills to ease the pain
Started drinkin' in El Paso he was drunk in San Antone
Tellin' strangers who were sleeping how he hated going home
Just a simple song of freedom he was never fighting for
No one's listenin' when you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about the sister waitin' somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her ever since he come and gone
And it's harder for a woman with a baby on the way
That's the price of being human when you're poor enough to pay
So she listen to the freedom in the silence at her door
No one's missin' till you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about a saviour looking lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers and a cross he never made
And he's sadder than he's wiser and a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father left him bleeding and alone
Just a broken song of freedom and the closing of a door
No one's missin' till you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more