Mild Mild West
Living free ain't what it used to be
It's probably better, but it ain't for me
I'm trading hours for dollars
My dreams are getting smaller
And society's got a hold on me
I wanna shoot from the hip
I wanna crack a whip
All of y'all talking but can't tell me I wasn't made for this
So live it up or give it up
I'll be riding till I die yelling giddy up
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
These boots were made for boppin'
Go!
Yeehaw!
Desert sand is only government land
Can't pitch a tent where it's government banned
I'm eating beans by the fire, relinquishing desire
Cause you gotta take your dreams into your own hands
I wanna be an outlaw
Get quick on the draw
I wanna live fast, love hard, die young, leave 'em in awe
So saddle up, or put it down
Imma keep being me till they put me in the ground
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
I just wanna be a cowboy...
We may not be cowboys,
But we sure as heck do whatever we want
Kickin down the door
We're all cowboys at our core
Boots shakin the floor
We're all cowboys at our core
Settling the score
We're all cowboys at our core
Born to explore
We are cowboys at our core
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
There ain't nothing left
There ain't nothing left
In the mild mild west
It's probably better, but it ain't for me
I'm trading hours for dollars
My dreams are getting smaller
And society's got a hold on me
I wanna shoot from the hip
I wanna crack a whip
All of y'all talking but can't tell me I wasn't made for this
So live it up or give it up
I'll be riding till I die yelling giddy up
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
These boots were made for boppin'
Go!
Yeehaw!
Desert sand is only government land
Can't pitch a tent where it's government banned
I'm eating beans by the fire, relinquishing desire
Cause you gotta take your dreams into your own hands
I wanna be an outlaw
Get quick on the draw
I wanna live fast, love hard, die young, leave 'em in awe
So saddle up, or put it down
Imma keep being me till they put me in the ground
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
I just wanna be a cowboy...
We may not be cowboys,
But we sure as heck do whatever we want
Kickin down the door
We're all cowboys at our core
Boots shakin the floor
We're all cowboys at our core
Settling the score
We're all cowboys at our core
Born to explore
We are cowboys at our core
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
I just wanna roam till the cows come home
But there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
So I'm living on the run
Riding into the sun
Till there ain't nothing left in the mild mild west
There ain't nothing left
There ain't nothing left
In the mild mild west
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Kate Dziak, Ryan Patrick Fitzgerald
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