Wild

She's sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Driving down a dirt road
With a nail in her tyre
She's got a piece of paper it has some names on
You don't want to be one of them

Left hand on the wheel
The other concealed
Kinda likes the feel
Of the cold black steel

Know where she's going
You'll know when she gets there

Forgive her her trespasses. Oh

You better your gun
You'd better take one good shot
Better aim with best you've got
Better get your gun
You might hear her drop
Better check her heart has stopped
Better get your gun
She's wild already, she don't need the whiskey

Fast and loose
Won't jump those hoops
Not gonna live
Underneath your boots
Smoking tobacco and playing strip poker
Every man for themselves

Right hand on her cheek
The other concealed
Kinda likes the feel
Of the cold black steel

Forgive her her trespasses. Oh

Fire burning all night long
All the wolves are watching on
Fire burning all night long
Al the wolves are watching

Fire burning all night long