I woke up in the back seat
Of a long white Cadillac
I was staring at the floor board
About the time every thing went black
I woke up in San Francisco
An empty bottle was in my hand
Somebody leaned into the back seat
And said something 'bout the promise land
So I pulled out my pistol
I fired a few shots in the wind
I told that driver keep your eyes on the road boy
I fired a few shots off again
I'm a wild child
I'm a wild one baby
I'm a wild child
I'm a wild one baby