Wild Child

	  		A      G        D 
I woke up in the back seat  
A     G         D 
Of a long white cadie 
A      G             D 
I was stairing at the floor board  
              G                 D 
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  
 
A        G  D 
I'm a wild child  
A       G      D 
I'm a wild one baby 
 
I'm a wild child  
 
I'm a wild one baby 
 
and so on