Wildflowers and Wild Horses
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In the middle of the night
I hear a cornfield coyote cry
Up at the moon no matter what
Sky I'm laying under
In the eye of a hurricane
When I got one foot in the grave
I'll dig my boots into the dirt
And face the rolling thunder
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm four-fifths of reckless and one-fifth of Jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with
Wildflowers and wild horses
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with
Wildflowers and wild horses
It's in the water, in my veins
That bread of heaven falls like rain
So I'm taken care of either way
Make something out of how I'm made
Until I hitch a ride on glory's train
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm four-fifths of reckless and one-fifth of Jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with
Wildflowers and wild horses
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with
Wildflowers and wild horses