Heaven must love God's problem child I did the best I could do Or the best I could tell The higher I flew, the farther I fell Born in the mud, Raised in the wild Washed in the blood, God's Problem Child

I don’t believe anymore Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Running wild We were raised by wolves If I open my eyes You disappear Face down on a broken street There’s a man in the corner

Cold black water She's southern comfort She's sweet magnolia sugarcane Yeah she's every jet trail sky There's wild horses in her eyes And her heart's a load you'd love to try and take She could've been born and raised in a Kentucky bluegrass town East