"In the morning she is waking
With the gold dust in her hair
She is beauty slightly broken
But I love her laying there

Spanish lady, treat her kindly
Feel her warm tenderness
Like Arkansas skies on the Fourth of July
She is painted on the night
And I'm free
Free
Free
Thank God I'm free
Yeah
In the morning she is waking
With the gold dust in her hair
She is beauty, oh just a token
But I can't evade her morning stare
And I'm free
Free
Free
Thank God I'm free, yeah
Won't you walk with me sweet lady
Free (in the morning, she is waking, she is beauty broken)
Free (in the morning, she is waking, right next to me, yeah)
Free
Free
Free, yeah"