When our feet were tough as horn And our eyes were sharp as flint
Our hearts beat like two war drums And you tracked me by my scent
Across a scape of shining asphalt That blacked our souls with tar
And we ran like brave Comanches On a moonlit reservoir
And you said, I don't want to be tamed now I just want to saddle up
And ride my broomstick pony along Some salt grass open plain
But you really showed your hand I've been off ten cans
With your daisy-climb battle rifle And your Raneau Clié
You were anything but tame You summoned me with bird calls
While you're scratching at my screen Your mouth gone sweet with juicy fruit
Tawny legs and cut-off jeans And my straight-shift Ford Ranchero
And we rattled like train cars And we slung our share of gravel
Through the tarpaulin of stars And you said, I don't want to be tamed now
I don't want to give an inch The fenced-off picture perfect
In your billfolds window frame You were born to roam
In this godforsaken swamp Dodging cottonmouths and quicksand
On your tiptoes in the rain You were anything but tame
I heard Shreveport didn't last And you lit out for L.A.
But when lightning claws the night up I see you plain as day
When I want to feel you near me I crawl down off my cloud
Hold on down to Bayou And cry your name out loud
And you said, I don't want to be tamed now I don't want to tread regret
I'm glad I make excuses for the way I've come aglame
It should have been enough To lift this off the cuff
On the cutting edge of nowhere Where the sun goes down in flames
Anything but tame Anything but tame
Anything but tame