(words & music by George Wise - Hugo Peretti - Luigi Creatore) A rose grows wild in the country A tree grows tall as the sky The wind blows wild in the country And part of the wild, wild country, am I
Let me be your mailman and I'll always come through. There's no denyin', come rain or shine, I'll deliver my love to you. I do things by the letter, you can put your stamp on me 'Cause there ain't nob
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return Uh Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return One time, two times, three times, four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All my real live women
Well my hair was blowing all wild and free The sunlight shone extraordinary I paid my dues and I've said my piece I've had my fill of poison berries The world was out there waiting just for me In West
I remember wearin' straight leg Levis and flannel shirts Even when they weren't in style I remember singin' with Roy Rogers at the movies When the West was really wild And I was listenin' to the Opry
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