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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reba McEntire
Performer
Brianna Steinitz
Performer
Janice Soled
Performer
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Larry Paxton
Bass Guitar
Tony Creasman
Drums
Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar
Jeff King
Electric Guitar
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Joe Spivey
Fiddle
Jim "Moose" Brown
Synthesiser
Jenifer Wrinkle
Background Vocals
Wyatt Beard
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Brunswick
Composer
Tommy Cecil
Composer
Jaida Dreyer
Composer
John Pierce
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reba McEntire
Producer
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Bobbi Giel
Mastering Engineer
Taylor Chadwick
Mastering Engineer
Megan Peterson
Mastering Engineer
Shannon Finnegan
Studio Personnel
Bryce Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Jason Mott
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I'm no stranger to the thick smoke of a bar
And heart chained to a bottle of whiskey
And I've held strangers in my arms
To pull apart the bars
Because I couldn't find the key
I've search high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a prisoner to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of being free
It don't come cheap
That's why people fight for it, rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothing you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
You're the red, the white, the blue
The stars that cover the scars
When we broke the shackles
And I've never been to war before
But your boots there on the floor
Are proof that I've won the battle
And all you had to give to me
Was the gift of being free
That's why people fight for it, rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothing you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
I've searched high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a prisoner to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of being free
It don't come cheap
That's why people fight for it, rise for it
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, pine for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you've held the truth
There's nothing you won't do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
Oh freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
Writer(s): Jay Brunswick, Tommy Cecil, John Pierce, Jaida Dreyer
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