Wild Child

A G D I woke up in the back seat A G D Of a long white cadie A G D I was stairing at the floor board G D about the time every thing went black I woke up in San Francisco 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 A G D I'm a wild child A G D I'm a wild one baby I'm a wild child I'm a wild one baby and so on