Wild Child

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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 
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black


I woke up in San Francisco

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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