 (Beth Nielson Chapman/Annie Roboff)
I had it tough when I was just a little kid
It didn't matter what I thought
It didn't matter what I did
I felt doubts for what I lacked right from the start
It did a number on my head but it could never touch my heart
'Cause I had just enough imagination
Just enough to keep the faith
That somehow I would think of what to do
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
All the angel's came around to help me through
Life pulls fast changes
Wind blows past pages
All I see is I don't need this
High strung tightrope walk
Ticking time bomb clock
Scratch my name off
Cut these chains
I'm free...kicking out of that prison
I'm am free...singing those words of wisdom
Let it be...nobody gonna put the blues inside of me
And the stress to be the best I've done it all
I've slammed the doors I've jammed the locks
I've laid the bricks,I've built the walls
No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery
Locked up deep down inside of me
Took that rage and I
Turned that page and I
Packed my tools,went back to school
And I passed my graduation,and I hold my PH.D
In crash test blues I paid those dues
I'm free...kicking out of that prison
I am free...singing those words of wisdom
Let it be...nobody gonna put the blues inside of me
Time flies by in photographs and paper scrapes and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers,three times takes me home
I'm free...kicking out of that prison
I am free...singing those words of wisdom
Let it be...nobody gonna put the blues inside of me
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