Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more Put me on the blink I'll sing to him, each spring to him After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm awake With no bromo-seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

And I know this, We better live our lives up to the fullest 'Til we're the only ones left standing Wild hearts run, your time has just begun Keep chasing for the sun, don't slow it down Wild hearts run, we're all animals inside Go brave into the night,

I might not be flawless, but you know I gotta diamond heart Young, wild, American C'mon baby, do you have a girlfriend? Rain on me a million I'm not flawless, but I gotta diamond heart I'll just keep go-go'n One, five, ten, lay a million on me

And wild is the wind Wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Monday left me broken Tuesday I was through with hoping Wednesday my empty arms were open Thursday waiting for love, waiting for love Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday

He don't belong to no one now God is a wild old dog Someone left out on the highway I seen him running by me Dropped him out on 93 Wild old dogs Mange was setting in on his hips and on his knees Between the highways running north and south We pulled on