Rodney Crowell – Anything But Tame (Guitar)

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When our feet were tough as horn and our eyes were sharp as flint,

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And our hearts beat like two war drums, and you tracked me by my scent,

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Cross a scape of shiny asphalt, that blacked our soles with tar,

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And we ran like brave commanches, on a moonlit reservoir.

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And you said, I don't wanna be tamed down,

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I just wanna saddle up, ride my broomstick pony,

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Along some salt grass open plain, you really showed your hand,

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Popping off tin cans with your daisy pump air rifle,

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And your Annie Oakley aim, you were anything but tame.

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Ah you'd summon me with bird call, or you scratching at my screen,

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Your mouth gone sweet with juicy fruit, tawny legs and cut off jeans,

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In my stretchy Ford Ranchero, Ah we rattled like train cars,

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And we slung our share of gravel, 'neath a tarpoline of stars.

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And you said

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I don't wanna be tamed down, I don't wanna give an inch,

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The fenced off picture perfect in your billfolds window frame,

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Ah you were born to romp in this God forsaken swamp,

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Dodging cotton mouths and quicksand on your tiptoes in the rain,

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You were anything but tame.

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I heard Shreveport didn't last and we lit out for L.A.,

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But when lightning claws the night up, I can see you plain as day,

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And when I want to feel you near me, I crawl down off my cloud,

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And pull on down a bayou and cry your name out loud.

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And you said, I don't wanna be tamed down,

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I don't wanna tread regret, and flat out make excuses,

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For the way I came up lame, I could have been enough,

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To live this off the ciff on the cutting edge of nowhere,

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Where the sun goes down in flames, we were anything but tame,

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Anything but tame.