Wild Things Like You Songtext
von Kip Moore

Broken down body, broken down boots
Faded kind of heart, and I′m howling at the moon
Well, I've tried to quit you, baby
Just something I can′t do
I'm still out here chasing wild things like you

Well, I thought I passed you, maybe
High in Santa Fe
And I know I saw you dancin' in that cold Kentucky rain
And I almost caught you, baby
Way down in Baton Rouge
But I′m still out here chasin′ wild things like you

Got a half a million miles in my rearview
Windshields cracked to pieces, that tread's wearin′ through
Well, I'm tryin′ to find you, baby
I'm tryin′ to shake you loose
But I'm still out here chasin' wild things like you


Well, I thought I passed you, maybe
High in Santa Fe
And I know I saw you dancin′ in that cold Kentucky rain
And I almost caught you, baby
Way down in Baton Rouge
But I′m still out here chasin' wild things like you

Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Ooh

Well, I guess I always thought
Someday you′d plant some roots
Then I'd finally catch you
And maybe plant a couple too

Who am I kidding, baby?
That fairy tale ain′t true
I'll always be out chasing wild things like you
I′ll always be out chasing wild things like you

Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Ooh