Keep Ridin' To Be Free

They’re fencin’ off the free range, Sayin’ that’s the way things will be; I reckon it rubs us strange; You just keep ridin’ to be free. They tell us “do this or that,” They show us how it should be done; But I’d just soon eat my hat And ride off in the settin’ sun. They now rope us in corrals; Seems I recall we once were free; But we’re puttin’ up more howls For as far as a man can see. Beware the gentle tyrant; He enslaves with those sugar cubes; We just have to say we can’t Be dumb cowboys or circus rubes. They’re sellin’ off the nation And it’s us that will pay the fee; Stock up truth’s ammunition; You just keep ridin’ to be free.