Wild

Cole Swindell



Yeah, that’s what they called us
Nothin’ but trouble
Loosenin’ the buckle on the Bible Belt
Couldn’t stop us or the hell that we raised
In the town we were raised in
I hope it’s doin’ well
Ya never think about tomorrow
Then tomorrow shows up right outta the blue
All it takes is a song and some rear-view dust
And I go back to

Wild Turkey 101 and Wild Cherry Coke
Went good with a Saturday night
Born To Be Wild on a Chevrolet radio
Wildfire in some wild blue eyes
Wild like the flowers on her Sunday dress
Wild like the hearts beatin’ out of our chests
When you’re runnin’ wild, you ain’t thinkin’ about
The wild runnin’ out

Yeah, that’s what the crowd went
On that November night, 4th down and five for a Hail Mary win
When she drove me, first kiss to the last one
Summer was a fast one and hard to forget, like

Wild Turkey 101 and Wild Cherry Coke
Went good with a Saturday night
Born To Be Wild on a Chevrolet radio
Wildfire in some wild blue eyes
Wild like the flowers on her Sunday dress
Wild like the hearts beatin’ out of our chests
When you’re runnin’ wild, you ain’t thinkin’ about
The wild runnin’ out

Born To Be Wild just came on the radio
Huh
I’d be lyin’ if I said my mind didn’t go
Right back to

Wild Turkey 101 and Wild Cherry Coke
Went good with a Saturday night
Born To Be Wild on a Chevrolet radio
Wildfire in some wild blue eyes
Wild like the flowers on her Sunday dress
Wild like the hearts beatin’ out of our chests
When you’re runnin’ wild, you ain’t thinkin’ about
The wild runnin’ out

No, you ain’t thinkin’ about
The wild runnin’ out


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