Free Bird

Cypress Rose tears into an explosive Swamp Blues / Boogie Woogie barnburner with roaring guitars, pounding piano, thunderous drums and a runaway Southern-rock attitude.

This ain't a broken-heart song. Cypress Rose isn't crying—she's gone. One foot on the gas, the other on goodbye, and absolutely nobody is putting her back in a cage.

“I'm a free bird, baby, watch me fly

Got one foot on the gas and the other on goodbye

You can keep your chains and your alibis

I'm a free bird, baby—till the day I die!”