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NO TAX ON A FREE MAN'S MIND (OUTLAW COUNTRY SOUL) - Levi Stoker
Rust in mailboxes
Sitting along a gravel bend
Envelope with a glass window
From a man who ain't my friend
Counting up my timber
Measuring my fence
Trying to put a price tag
On a working man's sense
He said pay your dues on the water
Pay your dues on the dirt
Give a slice of every dollar
That you sweat into your shirt
I looked out past the barnyard
To the red oak standing high
Told him mister you can levy
Everything beneath the sky
Cause you can appraise the iron
You can value out the stone
You can claim a title
To the ground I call my own
But there's a quiet sanctuary
Where you'll never set a toe
There's no tax on a free man's mind
It's the one piece of land
That they'll never find
You can audit my pockets
You can strip every bone
But the thoughts in the cellar
Are the only thing I own
Yeah, let the world keep grinding
Let the paper bills whine
They can't lay a levy
On a free man's mind
Met an old blacksmith working down in Sabine
Hand stained with charcoal, heart pure and clean
He said son dig and chain up your ankles and your wrists
Make your hammer on the iron till your shoulders turn to mist
But what you think while you're swinging is a file they can't tame
No ledger in the county that can capture your name
I took a sip of cold water, listened to the anvil ring
And I knew right then that a poor man was a king
Cause you can appraise the iron
You can value out the stone
You can claim a title
To the ground I call my own
But there's a quiet sanctuary
Where you'll never set a toe
There's no tax on a free man's mind
It's the one piece of land
That they'll never find
You can audit my pockets
You can strip every bone
But the thoughts in the cellar
Are the only thing I own
Yeah, let the world keep grinding
Let the paper bills whine
They can't lay a levy
On a free man's mind
Write the numbers on the parchment
Sum it up in gold
You can buy the motor body
But the spirit can't be sold
And my thoughts are like the thunder
Rolling wild across the plain
Uncounted, unmastered
And unchained in the rain
Oh, there's no tax on a free man's mind
It's the one piece of land
That they'll never find
You can audit my pockets
You can strip every bone
But the thoughts in the cellar
Are the only thing I own
Yeah, let the world keep grinding
Let the paper bills whine
They can't lay a levy
On a free man's mind
Yeah
No tax
No levy
Untouched and forever free
