The Wild Ones (feat. BB Swing)

Behold the pale horse, the man who sat on him was death, and hell followed with him

I'm heading on down Copperhead Road, where the grass grows tall and the people live low

Three-legged coon dog laying on the porch, caught my mechanic welding with a butane torch

Have you ever seen a trailer house built in the trees, twenty feet off the ground and still complaining about themes

No stop signs and red dirt roads, a lot of dead ends where red ferns grow

Get the ice and the coke or whatever you may want, and boys in the woods, fresh out the joint

A bunch of crackers in the woodpile throwing up gang signs, living by their own rules and having a good time

I was a wild child, doing about a hundred on them back roads

I'm biking and I'm thundering like them fast hoes

Really, it ain't no wonder about that cash flow, it's coming in by the bundles

I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

Yeah, I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

You and me and the devil make three, passing a bottle by the old mill stream

Skinny dipping the crick underneath the full moon, running around bare ass like an old baboon

Early in the morning going mushroom picking, get in and out of that field quick as the dickens

Sipping mushroom tea, smoking killer weed, I'm about to disappear in five, four, three

Blue's not here, man, leave a message, he'll call you back

I'm banging Hank Williams III in my Cadillac, kicking up dust on an old dirt road

Run home, little rabbit, I've got somewhere to go

I was a wild child, doing about a hundred on them back roads

I'm biking and I'm thundering like them fast hoes

Really, it ain't no wonder about that cash flow, it's coming in by the bundles

I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

Yeah, I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

In-laws, outlaws, gangsters and banditos, trailer park girls that raise my libido

Drugs, guns, thugs and exes, this is how we live in Texas

Drunk driving reckless on an ATV for fun

I can shoot a skier off your peter with a BB gun

Alligators in the river, but we still go swimming

We go to Walmart just to pick up women

What's that smell cooking up in the woods

If you mind your business, then it's all good

Just some crazy country rebels raising hell on the drag

Tossing back a black tooth grin for dimeback

I was a wild child, doing about a hundred on them back roads

I'm biking and I'm thundering like them fast hoes

Really, it ain't no wonder about that cash flow, it's coming in by the bundles

I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

Yeah, I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw

Yeah, I'm a wild one, a reckless outlaw