In Freehold

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I was born right here on Randolph 
street in Freehold

here right behind that big red maple
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 in Freehold

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well I went to school right here

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got laid and had my first beer, in 
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Freehold



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Well my folks all lived and worked 
right here in Freehold

I remember running up the street 
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past the convent & the church in
 Freehold

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chased my daddy down in these bars

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first fell in love with this 
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guitar, here in Freehold



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I had my first kiss at the YMCA 
canteen on a Friday night

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Maria Espinosa baby, where are you 
tonight


you were 13 but way ahead of your 
time

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I walked home with a limp but I 
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felt just fine, that night in 
Freehold



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Well the girls at Freehold Regional 
yeah, they all looked pretty fine

had my heart broke at least a half a
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 dozen times

I wonder if they miss me, do they 
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still get the itch

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would they had dumped me if they 
knew I'd strike it rich, straight 
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out of Freehold



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Well, a lot of folks gave us kids a 
hand in Freehold

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Man, we started up our rock n roll 
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band in Freehold

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well we learned really quick how to 
rock it

I'll never forget the feeling of 
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that first 5 bucks in my pocket, 
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that I earned in Freehold



        C
Well I got outta here hard and fast 
in Freehold

everybody wanted to kick my ass back
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 there in Freehold

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well if you were different black or 
brown

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it was a pretty redneck town, back
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 there in Freehold



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Well now something broke my Daddy's 
back in Freehold

he left and for 30 years he'd never 
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come back

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except once he drove from California
 in just three days

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called my relatives some dirty names

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drove straight out of Freehold

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Now he's buried by the highway, 
buried in the dirt

his ghost just flippin' the bird, to
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 everybody in Freehold



            C
Well, my sister got pregnant at 17 
in Freehold

Back then people they could be 
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pretty mean

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Now honey you had a rough road to go

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now you ain't made of nothin' but 
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soul

I love you more than you'll ever 
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know, we both survived Freehold



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Well my buddy Mike he's the Mayor 
now in Freehold

I remember when we had a lot more 
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hair in Freehold

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I left and swore I'd never walk 
these streets again, Jack

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now all I can say is "Holy shit I'm
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 back", back in Freehold



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Well I read something in the paper a
 couple weeks ago


that seemed pretty funny


The town council was debating about 
putting up a statue,

a statue of me in my home town, but 
it cost too much money
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well I'd like to thank the Town 
Council, my friends,


for saving me from humiliation

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by demonstrating the good hard 
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common sense that we learned in 
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Freehold



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Well this summer everything was 
green

rode with my kids on the fire 
engines through the streets of 
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Freehold

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I brought them to where dad was born
 and raised.

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and first felt the sun on his 
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face, in Freehold