Kenny Chesney "Wild Child" Songtext

Wild Child

Looks like royal in a thrift store dressKeeps my heart and her hair a messShe goes where the wind suggests she goes, who knowsGot a spirit that can't be tamedShe's a calico pony on an open plainI know I'll never be the same no more, for sure

She's a wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so in loveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild child

You've never heard of her favorite band unless youBeen to Bonnaroo or Burning ManShe's Penny Lane in a Chevy van, she loves to love

She loves me wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so in loveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild child

She'll be here until she runsSome just have to chase the sun

She's a wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so in loveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild child

A kaleidoscope of colors in her mind childA touch of crazy hides behind her wild smileSo simple yet experimentalInnocent but still a little wild child

Wild child

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