Hair ratted and a sweat covered face.
Always outside in a state of grace.
She’s a wild child running her own race.

Dirt under her bitten nails, barefoot.
Country girl down to the root.
She’s a wild child running her own race.

Has dreams that’ll last forever,
put down, she’ll show you up more than ever.
She’s a wild child running her own race.

She’ll contradict you just to get a rise,
solid head with her eye on the prize.
She’s a wild child running her own race.

Cleans up well, knows the meaning of work.
Got that crooked smile and a little quirk.
She’s a wild child running her own race.