Got a song about a soldier,
Ridin somewhere on a train
Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
And some pills to ease the pain

Started drinkin in el paso,
He was drunk in san antone,
Tellin strangers who were sleepin
How he hated goin home

Just a simple song of freedom,
He was never fightin for,
No ones listenin when you need em,
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.

Got a song about a sister,
Waitin somewhere by the phone,
For some man who never missed her,
Ever since he come and gone

And its harder for a woman,
With a baby on the way,
Thats the price of bein human,
When youre poor enough to pay,

So she listens to the freedom,
In the silence at her door
No ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more

Got a song about a savior,
Lookin lonesome and afraid,
At a city full of strangers,
And a cross he never made

And hes sadder than hes 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 ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.