Wild Child(with Grace Potter) - Kenny Chesney (肯尼·切斯尼)/Grace Potter

Looks like a royal

In a thrift store dress

Keeps my heart

And her hair a mess

She goes where the wind

Suggests she goes

Who knows

Got a spirit that can't be tamed

She's a Calico pony

On an open plain

I know I'll never be

The same no more for sure

She's a wild child

Got a rebel soul

And a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style she can't be tied down

But for a while

I'll be fallin free and so alive

I'd break my heart but god

She drives me wild child

You never heard

Of her favorite band

Unless you've been to Bonnaroo

Or Burning Man

She's penny lane in a Chevy Urban

She loves to love

She loves me wild child

Got a rebel soul

And a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style she can't be tied down

But for a while

I'll be fallin free and so alive

And I'd break my heart

But god she drives me wild child

She'll be here until she runs

Some just have to chase the sun

She's a wild child

Got a rebel soul

And a whole lot of gypsy

Wild style

She can't be tied down

But for a while

I'll be fallin free and so alive

And I'd break my heart

But god she drives me wild child

A kaleidoscope of colors

In her mind child

A touch of crazy hides

Behind her wild smile

So simple yet experimental

Innocent but still a little wild

Child

Wild child