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Kiss Your Freedom Goodbye Lyrics
I don't read the paper, I don't watch the news
Life's good in this small town, population 62
Our bank ain't been held-up since 1932
Our doors are always unlocked
But not for long I’m tellin' you
1st Chorus:
'cause I know time's are gonna change
I know life will never be the same
I see please tell me it ain't so
They're all movin' in surroundin' me
No place left to go
My oh my you can kiss your freedom goodbye
Used to have a small town drugstore
Where old men liked to meet
That store's gone out of business
They're sellin' drugs out in the streets
The new kids like to spray paint
They've got a lot to say
Sure do have a way with words
Taught me a few today
2nd Chorus
'cause I know time's are gonna change
I know life will never be the same
I see small town folks like me
Are gonna have to change the way we do things cause eventually
My oh my you can kiss your freedom goodbye
Kiss it goodbye
1st Chorus
2nd Chorus
Life's good in this small town, population 62
Our bank ain't been held-up since 1932
Our doors are always unlocked
But not for long I’m tellin' you
'cause I know time's are gonna change
I know life will never be the same
I see please tell me it ain't so
They're all movin' in surroundin' me
No place left to go
My oh my you can kiss your freedom goodbye
Where old men liked to meet
That store's gone out of business
They're sellin' drugs out in the streets
The new kids like to spray paint
They've got a lot to say
Sure do have a way with words
Taught me a few today
'cause I know time's are gonna change
I know life will never be the same
I see small town folks like me
Are gonna have to change the way we do things cause eventually
My oh my you can kiss your freedom goodbye
Kiss it goodbye
2nd Chorus

Sounds like the bitching of an old man. "They" seems to sounds suspiciously like a code word for "blacks." Rather ironic that Skynyrd's original incarnation was made up of boys who stayed in trouble, smoked dope, had long hair and hung out with their black friends... in the Sixties South! My how the old are jealous of the young!