Cody Johnson - Wild as You Lyrics

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Wild as You

Wild as You Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild as You By Cody Johnson?
You're like waking in the morning by a mountain stream
You're like watching that eagle floating on the breeze As I listen to you dreaming by my side I wish I could call you mine But you belong where the four winds blow Out where the untamed mustang roam Like a sweet summer rain, passing through Never seen anything wild as you I could stay with you like this Till the day love don't exist Wild flowers bloom in an open field And wither in a vase on a window seal But you belong where the four winds blow Out where the untamed mustang roam Like a sweet summer rain passing through Never seen anything wild as you There's a part of me that prays That you'll hang up your wings someday But the part that truly does love you Always hopes you never do 'Cause you belong where your heart can be Out in the open, wild, and free Like a sweet summer rain, passing through I ain't never seen anything wild as you You belong where the four winds blow Out where the untamed mustang roam Like a sweet summer rain, passing through Never seen anything wild as you You belong where the four winds blow Out where the untamed mustang roam Like a sweet summer rain, passing through Never seen anything wild as you |
Who Wrote Wild as You By Cody Johnson?
Jeremy Spillman, Michael Connors, Trent Wayne Willmon
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What's The Duration Of The Wild as You By Cody Johnson?The duration of Wild as You is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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