Americana Freedom (Jimmy’s Song)

Just the other day I spoke with a dear old friend
We shared alot of laughs and “do you remember when”s
No doubt found by someone who we both could not love more
Who flew with the angels through death’s door
We spoke of him who went away
We reminisced of a kinder day
And our sacred moments upon this planet
When the choices were simple and the fun was organic
The world not yet this cold, not anywhere near it
We partied in the tailwind of a disappearing spirit
We partied on and watched as time swallowed those dreams
And the essence of something for which our souls still bleed

It’s that Americana freedom
Slipping away
The song of old-time dreamers
From a wild hopeful day
When this land was wide open
And roadside was king
And for wandering hearts
Freedom did ring

He brought into my life memories which I adore
We laughed until we cried, and then we cried some more
He turned me on to so many cool things
When I was just beginning to spread my wings
Old Chevy’s, pedal steel, sour mash
Emmylou, Gram Parsons, Kerouac
Posters from old Fillmore and so many others
Record player gods like the Flying Burrito Brothers
One of the big boys, yes, and kind to this teen aged tag-along
“Well you’re a little bit right and a little bit wrong…”
He shared his home, his friends, let me hang out all night
He introduced me to the greatest love of my life
The record player howled, it whined and it hummed
Filled our ears and our souls with a vanishing freedom

That old Americana freedom
Slipping away
The song of old-time dreamers
From a wild hopeful day
When this land was wide open
And roadside was king
And for a wandering heart
Freedom surely did ring

We marveled over time and how the years do spin
In turntable circles til you forget where you’ve been
And how people lose touch sometimes to never reunite
How things sometimes look so different in another light
What’s happened to this world and its high-dollar sheen
It’s artificial trends and monster corporate greed
What has happened in this world when the people hold so dear
The amount of moolah they raked in last year
And everyone has to have bigger, better, more
So many selling out like a high-dollar whore
The things that we want from walking this earth
Are things of true, invisible worth
Our treasures are timeless, we want something real
If you want the tree doctor go check the corn field
A solid, hard-working family man
He has a quiet little spread with his goats, dogs and cats
Living in the spirit for which his life was intended
For true hearts the magic has never really ended
Our spirits are aged, our hearts still so young
With traces of that old Americana freedom

Americana freedom
Slipping away
The song of old-time dreamers
From a wild hopeful day
When this land was still rustic
And roadside was king
I’m still scouring my heart
For that old freedom ring

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About Unsungpoet

Life-long poet, numerologist, author of other previously unpublished works :)
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4 Responses to Americana Freedom (Jimmy’s Song)

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Lovely story beautiful verse!!!

  2. Unsungpoet says:

    Thank you very much!

  3. Ben Naga says:

    Howling at the waning moon.

  4. Unsungpoet says:

    That’s about it!

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