| Sally took a ride with my kid brother
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| Made her sister swear that she wouldn’t tell her mother
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| Drove to the desert, got a room with a pool outside
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| And a truck stop right next door
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| They drank sweet wine with the sheets pulled down
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| Watching color TV without the sound
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| Oh, brother brought Sally to a place
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| She’d never been before
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| (I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
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| They drove back home in the light of day
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| She was sitting beside him holding hands all the way
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| Brother said, «I will talk to your mom
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| If you want me to Do you think it’ll do any good, Sally?»
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| She had him drop her off at the side of the house
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| When she walked through the door
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| Momma woke up on the couch
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| And started hitting and screaming
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| Little sister just left the room
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| (I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
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| You can’t touch me You can’t reach me There is nothing
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| You can teach me Sally packed her bags in the middle of the night
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| And hugged her little sister? |
| neath the front porch light
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| And she watched as Sally and my brother just drove away
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| Into the heat of the night
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| She went back inside and lay down on her bed
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| With a vision of her future
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| Running? |
| round in her head
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| And she held to her pillow
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| ?Cause she thought that she would blow away
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| (I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
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| You can’t touch me You can’t reach me There is nothing
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| You can teach me I know better
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| You don’t love me, but
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| I am worthy
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| I’m somebody |