Wild One

. Smoke on my boots and a scar on my pride. Been running these

backroads since the day I learned to ride. Pocket full of trouble and a past I can't

hide. Devil keeps smiling, saying, "Boy, come take a ride."

Every mile and howl in the night pulls me deeper where the wicked feel right.

I'm a wild one, riding with a heart on fire. Kicking up dust, leaning in to my

desire. Thunder in my veins and a hunger in my soul. If they want an

outlaw, baby, I'm ready to roll. Ghosts in my mirror and storms in my

chest. Chasing down the sunrise 'cause the dark won't let me rest.