The Roads of Liberty

Jeanette has gone to Florida
Her sister she just shot herself
Her sister she just shot herself
She just stepped off the edge of the world
In this land of cars and gasoline
In this land of cars and gasoline
And we never take the time
To find out why
It’s so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette
It’s so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette

This country is bleak this country is wide
It’s just another suicide
It’s just another suicide
Here in the land of the free and strong
Behind the bars of liberty
Behind the bars of liberty
One thousand miles
Is a long way home
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone

There’s miles and miles of bowties and cameras
Miles and miles of snowhite blindness
There’s miles of human conditional land
I thought as I saw the sign post for Saginaw
All of the dreams I hoped and I longed for
Where, Where the hell is America now?

Of sympathy there is no trace
In the masses crawling on their knees
In the masses crawling on their knees
To gaze at the holy picture gold
Tramping down the old and incompetent
Tramping down the old and incompetent
Compassion is a world
That raised a fool like me

The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
Liberty burning around my shoes
Liberty burning around my shoes
Liberty burning around my shoes
Liberty burning around my shoes Henry Sparks 2017