If only she were free to roam
Wide open spaces would be her home
She was born to wander - Don’t make her wait
Don’t fence her in - Open up the gate
People say
She’s a crazy one
She’s kickin’ down the barn door
Let the wild horse run
Meek and mild – She’s not one of those
No fancy dresses – No ribbons and bows
You can’t keep her under lock and key
She’ll break the chains eventually
There she goes – She cut the ties that bind
Through the hills and valleys where the rivers wind
Finally free from her prison cell
You can hear callin’, cryin’ out with a rebel yell