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Listen to Wildflowers And Wild Horses: Subscribe: Keep up with Lainey: @laineywilson Text Lainey: Lyrics: Wildflowers Wild Horses In the middle of the night I hear a corn field coyote cry Up at the moon no matter what Sky I’m laying under In the eye of a hurricane When I got one foot in the grave I’ll dig my boots into the dirt And face the rolling thunder I’m five generations Of blazing a trail Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells I’m barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails Ohhh ohhh ohhhh I’m four fifths of reckless And one fifth of jack I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks Yea my
