Wildflowers And Wild Horses

In the middle of the night I hear a cornfield coyote cry Up at the moon, no matter what Sky, I'm layin' 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 rollin' thunder I'm five generations of blazin' a trail Through barb-wired 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 runnin' 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 somethin' outta how I'm made Until I hitch a ride on Glory's train I'm five generations of blazin' a trail Through barb-wired 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 runnin' its courses with Wildflowers and wild horses I'm five generations of blazin' a trail Through barb-wired 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 runnin' its courses with Wildflowers and wild horses Yeah, my kinda crazy's still runnin' its courses with Wildflowers and wild horses Wildflowers and wild horses Fonte: Musixmatch