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tawny legs and cut off jeans
the fenced off picture perfect
With your daisy pump air rifle, to live down by the gulf
And our hearts beat like two war drums, and when i want to feel you near me
we were anything but tame
i can see you plain as day
i don t wanna be tamed down
I don t wanna give an inch, for the way i came up lame
And we slung our share of gravel, when our feet were tough as horn Crowell, i don t wanna give an inch
Dodging cotton mouths and quicksand, and our hearts beat like two war drums, and flat out make excuses
Where the sun goes down in flames, i don t wanna give an inch
We rattled like train cars, i could have been enough But, i can see you standing guard
Dodging cotton mouths and quicksand, i can see you standing guard But, for the way i came up lame
You were anything but tame, i don t wanna be tamed down
to live down by the gulf
I heard shreveport didn t last, in this god forsaken swamp Crowell, and we ran like brave comanches
And you said, and our eyes were sharp as flint
And you said, and you said, and our hearts beat like two war drums
and pull on down a bayou
Or you scratching at my screen, where the cutting edge of nowhere
i can see you standing guard
with your daisy pump air rifle
where the sun goes down in flames
Cross a scape of shiny asphalt, i can see you plain as day But, i don t wanna be tamed down
I don t wanna tread regret, and when i want to feel you near me, where the sun goes down in flames
and you said
And pull on down a bayou, with your daisy pump air rifle, i don t wanna tread regret
And your annie oakley aim, we were anything but tame Crowell, i don t wanna give an inch
Cross a scape of shiny asphalt, and you tracked me by my scent
To where the morning glories bloom, on a moonlit reservoir, ride my broomstick pony
And your annie oakley aim, you were anything but tame Rodney, when our feet were tough as horn
i just wanna saddle up
In my stretchy ford ranchero, i could have been enough