Wildflowers

Wild horses.

In the middle of the night

I hear a corn field 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-ooh-oh, ooh-oh...

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.

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-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

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.

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-ooh-oh, ooh-oh

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.

Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses

With wildflowers and wild horses

Wildflowers and wild horses.