A G D
I woke up in the back seat
A G D
Of a long white cadieii
A G Dei
I was stairing at the floor board u,
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