Rodney Crowell - Anything but tame

^DWhen our feet were tough as horn ^Fand our eyes ^Dwere sharp as ^G/Aflint, And our hearts beat like two war ^A7drums, and you ^F#m7tracked me by my ^Dscent, ^DCross a scape of shiny asphalt, that blacked our ^G/Asoles with tar, ^DAnd we ran like brave ^A7commanches, on a moonlit reser^Dvoir.

And you said, ^GI don't wanna be tamed down, ^A7I just wanna saddle up, ^F#mride my broomstick pony, Along some salt grass open plain, you really ^Gshowed your hand, Popping off tin cans with ^A/Eyour daisy pump ^Em7air rifle, And ^Ayour Annie Oakley ^A7aim, ^Emyou were anything but ^Dtame.

^DAh you'd summon me with bird call, or you scratching at^G/A my screen, Your ^D/Amouth gone sweet with juicy ^A7fruit, tawny ^G/Alegs and cut off ^Djeans, In my stretchy Ford Ranchero, Ah we ^G/Arattled like train cars, And we slung our share ^A7of gravel, 'neath a ta^G/Arpoline of ^Dstars.

^DAnd you said ^G/AI don't wanna be tamed down, I don't wanna give an inch, The ^F#mfenced off picture perfect in your billfolds window frame, Ah you were ^Gborn to romp in this God forsaken swamp, Dodging ^A7cotton ^Em7mouths and quicksand on ^Ayour tiptoes in the ^A7rain, You were any^Dthing but tame.

^Gmaj7I heard Shreveport ^Ddidn't last and we lit out ^Gmfor L.A., But when lightning claws the ^A7night up, I can ^F#msee you ^Gplain as ^Dday, And when I want to feel you near me, I ^G/Acrawl down off my cloud, And pull on down a ^A7bayou and cry your name out ^Dloud.

And you said, ^G/AI don't wanna be tamed down, I don't wanna tread regret, and ^F#mflat out make excuses, For the way I came up lame, I could have ^Gbeen enough, To live this off the ciff on the ^A7cutting ^Em7edge of nowhere, Where the ^Asun goes down in ^F#mflames^A7, we were anyt^F#hing but^Em7 tam^De,^G/A Anything ^A7but tame^Dsus4/E. ^{D Dsus2/E D}