A                                         D
When I´m riding on the road with my pan head I can see
A                                      E
How the life can be better with the sky over me
D                         A
There´s no problems if I have s few dollars
D                A
I can buy some gasoline
E                          A
Freedom, this my way to leave

A                               D
When I was in California my mother told me
A                                  E
Life is short, you must go, have a lot of things to see
D                       A
There´s no problems if I have some Jack
D                   A
I can wash my past
E                          A
Freedom, this my way to leave

A                                 D
When I look to my bike I can see all my life
A                               E
Every smile, every tears, was wrote on my wheels
D                        A
There´s no problems if I have some sadness
D               A
I can ride away
E                          A
Freedom, this my way to leave
E                          A
Freedom, this my way to leave