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  (oh-oh-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  (oh-oh-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  (oh-oh-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