Wild Child

Tom: D

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I woke up in the back seat 
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Of a long white cadieii
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I was stairing at the floor board u,
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about the time every thing went black


I woke up in San Francisco

An empty bottle was in my hand

Somebody leaned into the back seat 

and said something bout the promise land 

So I pulled out my pistle

I fired a few shots in the wind

I told that driver keep your eyes on the road boy

I fired a few shots off again 

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I'm a wild child 
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I'm a wild one baby