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I Thought That I was Free ©

John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
2007

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot
Before the days of Donovan or the dawn of Camelot
There lived a race of quiet folk,
and they were you and me
In my country, Where I thought I was free

Oh, there was truth and goodness in that land where I was born,
Where navels were for oranges, and the movies weren't porn
Prime Minister was in number 10 house, and Ponderosa was on TV
And God was in His heaven
In my country, Where I thought I was free

We learned to service our cars, we washed our hair at dawn
Mothers spread our clothing out to dry, in circles on the lawn
And they could hear us coming, marching upright smart you see
In my country, Where I thought I was free

We longed for love and romance, and women waited for a Prince
And John and Yoko went to the USA, sadly no one's seen him since
We danced to the twist and listened to Jerry Lee
And cried for Buddy Holly who filled us full of glee
In my country, Where I thought I was free

And only boys wore flat-top caps, except for a yank called Kinney
And only in our wildest dreams, did we expect to see
A boy named George, wearing lipstick,
In my country, Where I thought I was free

Most women fell for Paul McCartney, Briget Bardot was so very nice
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Star Wars Two and Three
Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty,
In my country, Where I thought I was free

Mary Poppins had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a cowboy, his co-star was a chimp
We had a Mr Wizard, but not a Mr T.
and Oprah was too young to talk
In my country, Where I thought I was free

We had our share of heroes, and never thought they'd go
At least not Marc Bolan or Marilyn Monroe
And youth was still eternal, and our life was yet to be
And Elvis was forever
In my country, Where I thought I was free

I had never seen a rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Concorde and Zeppelins weren't Led
And Beatles lived in gardens then and Monkees in a tree,
My Mary was a virgin, till she met me
In my country, Where I thought I was free

We had never heard of Microwaves, or cell phones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, not growing in a jar
And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
and "gay" meant times of glee
In my country, Where I thought I was free

We hadn't seen enough of jets, or talk about "old lags"
And microchips were what was left in the bottom of the bag
Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea
And rocket ships were in our comics
In my country, Where I thought I was free

Sailors never bent at portholes and Fairgrounds came with freaks
And bathing suits came big enough and covered both your cheeks
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts came to the knee
Castro came to power in Cuba and a communist to be
In my country, Where I thought I was free

I had no Crest with Fluoride, I never had no Blues
Women all wore uplifting bras designed by Mary Quant
Women had no patterned pantyhose
Or Lipton herbal tea or prime-time ads for condoms
In my country, Where I thought I was free

There were no "White Diamonds", no Perriers to chill
And fish were not called Wanda, most cats were not called Bill
Middle-aged was thirty-five, and old was forty-three
And the ancient ones were our parents
In my country, Where I thought I was free

But all things have a season, so we've heard them say
And the 12 volts for our radios is gone, now it's a double "AA"
And they send us invitations, to join green Flag, AA or RAC
We have come a long way in our life, some things are good to see
But not much is made in my country, Where I thought I was free

So now we face a brave new world in much larger jeans
And wonder why they use smaller print in the magazines
We tell our children's children, of the way it used to be,
Long ago, and far away
In my country, Where I thought I was free



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