Too Wild to Tie

(hawww-yeeeh) You want a porch with a swing

and a white picket fence Some quiet Sunday mornings making perfect sense

But I got a engine that refuses to stall

And a habit of answering the highway call

You can't put a saddle on a storm in the plains You

can't hold a wildfire with rusty old chains (no you can't)

I'm a midnight run,

a lightning spark

Too wild for a ring,

too fast for the dark

You can love me for a night,

let the good times roll

But you can't buy a lease on a free-born soul Yeah I'm

way too wild to wife

You're sweet as sweet tea on a hot afternoon

And I look real good under a yellow June moon

But I don't wear aprons,

and I don't bake pies I'm looking at horizons,

not baby-blue eyes

I'm a midnight run,

a lightning spark Too wild for a ring,

too fast for the dark

You can love me for a night,

let the good times roll

But you can't buy a lease on a free-born soul Yeah I'm

way too wild to wife

Yeah, too wild to wife (uh-huh) Just let me run