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