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Wildflowers And Wild Horses Lyrics. With wildflowers and wild horses. In the middle of the night i hear a corn field coyote cry up at the moon no matter what sky i’m laying under in the eye of a hurricane when i got one foot in the grave i’ll dig my boots into the dirt and face the rolling thunder.
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