“Wild & Free”

I’ve been down roads with no street signs,

Slept through tears, woke up fighting.

Had some people say they loved me,

Then turn around and leave me behind.

I’ve worn my scars like Sunday lace,

Got a little hell in this country girl grace.

I ain’t ashamed of where I’ve been—

Every broken piece made me who I am.

So let the wind blow through my hair,

Let the dust fly everywhere.

I spent too long trying to fit somebody’s dream—

Now I’m finally becoming me.

I’m living free, baby, wild and wide,

Got a little whiskey truth and a whole lot of pride.

Ain’t asking permission, ain’t waiting on nobody,

I’m chasing that sunset with my boots on the highway.

If I fall, I’ll get back up,

If I hurt, I’ll heal my heart.

I’ve got God in my soul and fire in my blood—

I’m a woman who survived, and I’m living free as hell.

I’ve loved hard, I’ve lost harder,

Been somebody’s woman, somebody’s daughter.

But somewhere underneath all that pain,

There was still a girl screaming my name.

So I packed my dreams in an old black truck,

Said, “To hell with fear, I’ve had enough.”

No more shrinking so somebody feels tall,

I’d rather stand alone than not stand at all.

I’m living free, baby, wild and wide,

Got a little whiskey truth and a whole lot of pride.

Ain’t asking permission, ain’t waiting on nobody,

I’m chasing that sunset with my boots on the highway.

If I fall, I’ll get back up,

If I hurt, I’ll heal my heart.

I’ve got God in my soul and fire in my blood—

I’m a woman who survived, and I’m living free as hell.

I don’t need a white dress

To prove I’m worth loving.

I don’t need four walls

To prove I’ve got something.

Give me open roads,

A little moonlight,

And the freedom to finally

Live this damn life right.

I’m living free, baby, wild and wide,

With my middle finger up to the pain I left behind.

I’m done being scared of what tomorrow brings,

I’m gonna dance in the rain and let that freedom sing.

I’ve cried enough tears,

I’ve carried enough weight.

Now I’m choosing myself—

And baby, I ain’t gonna apologize for it.

So turn that radio up,

Let that old guitar ring.

I ain’t running from my life…

I’m finally living it.