Lyrics Freedom Fries - Robert Plant

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
You know they took that last train to the coast
They were moving fast, they were raising sand
And they were running wild in the Promised Land
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

The Father, Son, and the three wise men
Are operating undercover out in Bethlehem
Will they heal the sick? Can they raise the dead?
Can they bring it on home like the good book said?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Billy the Kid told the Prince of Thieves
A little give and take to satisfy my needs
Well, you can give me lots, but I'll take some more
I got my eyes on your treasure 'neath the desert floor
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ooh, yeah
I ain't about to set aside
Oh no, that ain't right
Oh, yeah, oh, oh
Thanks, boy

Freedom fries and burns and scars
Ooh, liberator goes too far
Freedom fries and screams and yells
In the Promised Land is a promised hell
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah