A5      G5        D5 
I woke up in the back seat  
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Of a long white cadie 
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I was stairing at the floor board  
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about the time every thing went black 
 
I woke up in San Francisco 
 
An empty bottle was in my hand 
 
Somebody leaned into the back seat  
 
and said something bout the promise land  
 
So I pulled out my pistle 
 
I fired a few shots in the wind 
 
I told that driver keep your eyes on the road boy 
 
I fired a few shots off again  
 

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I'm a wild child  
A5       G5      D5 
I'm a wild one baby 
 
I'm a wild child  
 
I'm a wild one baby 
 
and so on