Wild Oats

Words and Music by Steve Andrews

Well, I’ve [C] never been to New York [F] City.
I’d have no [D] idea what to do, or where to [G] go.
All I’ve [C] seen is [F] Arizona.
And an [D] old small town back [G] east in [C] Ohio.

Everybody [C] tells me where they’ve been around this [F] country.
From the [D] hills down south to the tallest town high-[G]-rise.
Well this [C] city boys’s been closed up every [F] evening.
And it’s [D] just about time I’ve [G] opened up my [C] eyes.

CHORUS:
I’m gonna [F] drive on down that highway from post to [C] post.
Till I [G] see all 50 states from coast to [C] coast.
This [F] life I’ve always dreamed of living in the [C] most.
Is [D] being set free to [G] sew my Wild [C] Oats.

Well, I’ve [C] never been to Houston [F] Texas.
Like old [D] Jerry Reed truckin Eastbound and [G] Down
(BILL echo Eastbound and Down)
[C] Someday (when I’m 40) maybe I could tell my [F] story
of [D] how I’ve strayed [G] around from town to [C] town.

CHORUS

[F] You don’t set me free, so let’s make a [C] toast
Here’s to [D] me and [G] sowin’ my wild [C] Oats.