Still Wild
There's a day he recalls from so long ago
He was running from the law down in Mexico
For something he did to impress a pretty girl
Now his legs don't work like they use to do
So he dreams he's running with his bad boy crew
Like back in the day he became a man of the world
Time, wasn't good to him
So he holds on tight to the man that's locked inside
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind, he's still wild
He's still wild
Well, his woman looks out through a dusty pane
Wonders if today he knows her name
She watches him gaze to the South with a wicked smile
She thinks back to the boy that she met at fifteen
His head always buried in a magazine
Filled with stories of men who walked the crooked mile
Time, it wasn't good to him
But she loves him deep for the man that's lost inside
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
Oh, inside his mind
There are days when the lights come on
When he sees what he's become
A shell of the man he was
Hanging on to a losing cause
That's gone in the blink of an eye
He's an old man resting on a front porch swing
His mind can't be sure of anything
Sometimes he's as lost as a little child
Well, the years have gone and left him all mixed up
As he sips on Pepsi in a paper cup
He dreams of girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
Oh, inside his mind
He's still wild
He's still wild
He's still wild
He's still wild
He was running from the law down in Mexico
For something he did to impress a pretty girl
Now his legs don't work like they use to do
So he dreams he's running with his bad boy crew
Like back in the day he became a man of the world
Time, wasn't good to him
So he holds on tight to the man that's locked inside
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind, he's still wild
He's still wild
Well, his woman looks out through a dusty pane
Wonders if today he knows her name
She watches him gaze to the South with a wicked smile
She thinks back to the boy that she met at fifteen
His head always buried in a magazine
Filled with stories of men who walked the crooked mile
Time, it wasn't good to him
But she loves him deep for the man that's lost inside
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
Oh, inside his mind
There are days when the lights come on
When he sees what he's become
A shell of the man he was
Hanging on to a losing cause
That's gone in the blink of an eye
He's an old man resting on a front porch swing
His mind can't be sure of anything
Sometimes he's as lost as a little child
Well, the years have gone and left him all mixed up
As he sips on Pepsi in a paper cup
He dreams of girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
He's an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can't take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind
Oh, inside his mind
He's still wild
He's still wild
He's still wild
He's still wild
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Writer(s): Allister Bradley
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