Freedom Call - Studio Version

Описание: 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.