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"A brief candle, both ends burning. A weary mile, a bus wheel turning. A friend to share the lonely times. A handshake and a sip of wine. So say it loud and let it ring that we're all part of everything: the present, future, and the past. Fly on, proud bird, you're free at last."

They waved goodbye to Greenville
As they all boarded that plane
Destination Baton Rouge
But that was all about to change
When that Convair started struggling
And soon gave up the fight
A southern rock band from Jacksonville
Became legends overnight

No help for miles around
No consolation to be found

There's a place in Gillsburg, Mississipi
Some call sacred ground
It sits back in a lonely place
Where the world came crashing down
Behind the "No Trespassing" sign
Where few have ever been
And some swear every nightfall
You could hear
Freebird in the wind

There's an old beech tree that keeps watch
From sunrise till dark
With the title of that famous song
Carved inside the bark
For some, it feels like yesterday
Since that fateful flight
That claimed the lives of those poor young souls
On that sad October night

How could anyone survive,
When a 10-ton bird falls from the sky?

There's a place in Gillsburg, Mississipi
Some call sacred ground
It sits back in a lonely place
Where the world came crashing down
Behind the "No Trespassing" sign
Where few have ever been
And some swear every nightfall
You could hear
Freebird in the wind

(Freebird in the wind)

There's a place in Gillsburg, Mississipi
Some call sacred ground
It sits back in a lonely place
Where the world came crashing down
Behind the "No Trespassing" sign
Where few have ever been
Some swear every nightfall
You could hear
Freebird in the wind
Freebird in the wind

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