Anything But Tame Rodney Crowell

When our feet were tough as horn
And our eyes were sharp as flint
And our hearts beat like two war drums
And you tracked me by my scent

Cross a scape of shiny asphalt
That blacked our soles with tar
And we ran like brave Comanches
On a moonlit reservoir

And you said
I don't wanna be tamed down
I just wanna saddle up
Ride my broomstick pony
Along some salt grass open plain

I can see you standing guard
On the fence in your backyard
With your daisy pump air rifle
And your Annie Oakley aim
Ah, you were anything but tame

When you'd summon me with bird calls
Or you scratching at my screen
Your mouth gone sweet with juicy fruit
Tawny legs and cut off jeans