Musica de Andrew Mendelson del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Andrew Mendelson tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Intro]
Wildflowers
Wild horses
[Verse 1]
In the middle of the night
I hear a corn field coyote cry
Up at the moon no matter what
Sky I'm laying under
In the eye of a hurricane
When I got one foot in the grave
I'll dig my boots into the dirt
And face the rolling thunder
[Chorus]
I'm five generations
Of blazing a trail
Through barbed wired valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa-ooh-oh, ooh-oh
I'm four fifths of reckless
And one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
[Verse 2]
It's in thе water in my veins
That bread of hеaven falls like rain
So I'm taken care of either way
Make something out of how I'm made
Until I hitch a ride on glory's train
[Chorus]
I'm five generations
Of blazing a trail
Through barbed wired valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa-ooh-oh, ooh-oh
I'm four fifths of reckless
And one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
I'm five generations
Of blazing a trail
Through barbed wired valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa-ooh-oh, ooh-oh
I'm four fifths of reckless
And one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
[Outro]
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
Wildflowers and wild horses