If you want to write me a letter, friend
Send it in care of the looney bin
I think I finally found myself a home
This is the last free place in America
It’s you I’m worried for out there, my friend
Where true freedom usually meets a grisly end
And though I ain’t got too much room to roam
This is the last free place in America
I can think what I want
I can say anything
And they just look and say, “Ah, he’s crazy!”
Out there, you cross the line
And they’ll get you every time
One way or another, I don’t mean maybe
See? This is the last free place in America
You can visit me every Saturday
But if you come too much, you’ll probably want to stay
But there’s much worse places a fellow could end up
Than in the last free place in America
I can think what I want
I can say anything
And they just look and say, “Ah, he’s crazy!”
Out there, you cross the line
They’ll get you every time
One way or another, I don’t mean maybe
See? This is the last free place in America
So if you want to write me a letter, friend
Send it in care of the looney bin
I think I finally found myself a home
This is the last free place in America
This is the last free place in America
I'm in the last free place in America

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