Free (Jackopierce)

In the morning she is waking With the gold dust in her hair She is beauty, oh slightly broken But I love her laying there Spanish lady, treat her kindly Feel her warm tenderness Like Arkansas skies on the Fourth of July She is painted on the night And I'm free, free Free, thank God I'm free In the morning she is waking With the gold dust in her hair She is beauty, oh for just a token But I can't evade her morning stare And I'm free, free Free, thank God I'm free Won't you please walk down to edit time with me? And I'm free