She might be ninety miles from Pecos
Lightyears from anywhere
Goodbye on her cinnamon breath
Freedom in her hair
She’s deep comancheria
Even in the Malibu sand
And even when she’s in your arms, she’s still
No man’s land
So love her like a Mustang
Like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love ya
You let her love ya
You give her everything
The fire in your chest
The very last breath of the boy who’s unravelin’
The man who’s obsessed
With the woman, the girl
The wide open world in your hands
She’s no man’s land
She’s purple heather on the high plains
Her heart’s a mystery
You’re lucky if you get a glimpse of
Her rosehips among the weeds
She’s a deep Sedona sunset
Behind the Santa Ana winds
You can hold her for forever, but she’s still
No man’s land
So love her like a Mustang
Like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love ya
You let her love ya
You give her everything
The fire in your chest
The very last breath of the boy who’s unravelin’
The man who’s obsessed
With the woman, the girl
The wide open world in your hands
She’s no man’s land
So love her like a Mustang
Like a wild thing
Better let her run free
If she wants to love ya
You let her love ya
You give her everything
The fire in your chest
The very last breath of the boy who’s unravelin’
The man who’s obsessed
With the woman, the girl
The wide open world in your hands
She’s no man’s land
She’s no man’s land
She might be ninety miles from Pecos
Lightyears from anywhere
Goodbye on her cinnamon breath
And freedom in her hair
Other lyrics by Miranda Lambert:
A Song To Sing
After all this time Runnin’ up and down the roads Boulevards and broken dreams All the in-betweens Every single high and low I want you to know You are a part of me …
Ain’t In Kansas Anymore
A rattlesnake kiss, a buzz you get When the whiskey burns and the nicotines hits The devil you know, a taillight glow Yeah, a heartbreak kid when you’re moving too …
Alimony
Without that ‘57 Cadillac And that mini mansion in a cul-de-sac That 15-gallon Stetson hat That you wear all the time And those real expensive rounds of golf And …
Armadillo
Well, I met an armadillo out in Amarillo, and he asked me for a light I said, “A-where ya goin’?” He said, “I don’t really know,” and …
Bitch On The Sauce (Just Drunk)
Does the whiskey make you miss me? ‘Cause every time I take a sip I think about you I start dialin’ but I don’t call Are you sittin’ there …