On a warm Dakota night
Them fields were burnin’ with light
Was a boy in a flat bed truck
Well, his dad picked up him
Headin' home, they raced them trains
A sign of a rich man’s name
That man he was gunnin' that wheel
Saying, “Son, don’t forget how to feel.”
Stay wild
Well, the boy he turned eighteen
Cigarettes and fightin’ machines
She was in the marchin’ band
Fell in love when he held her hand
And they tried to finish school
But the news broke out up in Ohio
Yeah, they started up that war
He said, “I don’t know what for.”
She said, I could make you mine, if you
Stay wild
Don’t let them rope you in
Wild
And I won’t ever give in
Stay wild
Well, the bombs they learned to dance
Over England, over France
And the guns were just a throne
For another plane coming home
She said, “Fuck the bastards then.”
As the colonel told her, he was a brave, brave man
But she read his letter there
As a baby cried at the top of the stair
He said, “Once, I got it right.”
When I married you that night
By the bar on Sawyer Hill
Where my dad laid that steel
Girl, you got to let me go
Tell the boy I love him so
And if they come to kill me dead
Just remember the words that his daddy said
Wild
Don’t let them rope you in
Wild
In a world of power and sin
Stay wild
With a fire down in your soul
Wild
And I won’t ever let go
Stay wild
Stay wild
Stay wild
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
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lovely lyrics much appriecate