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I woke up in the back seat Of a long white Cadillac I was staring at the floor board 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 pistol 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 I'm a wild child I'm a wild one baby I'm a wild child I'm a wild one baby From Letras Mania