Music: Ella Langley/Austin Goodloe/Joybeth Taylor/Brett Tyler
Tried leavin' where I come from, but always gonna go back
I tried sipping on the champagne, but it's always gonna be Jack
There's things I can't change, like how I was raised
The Bible in my blood, and the 'Bama in my veins
Ain't a pink bouquet in the flower store
I'm okay if I'm a little more
Dandelion
Born to live free, riding on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses, I'm the one growing up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns, I'm a little more
Dandelion
No stranger to a dirt road or a country muddy river bank
If you're picking me, you oughta know
I wasn't made for a fancy crystal vase
A mason jar and old blue jeans, from my roots to my boots, I'll always be
A dandelion
Born to live free, riding on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses, I'm the one growing up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns, I'm a little more
Dandelion
Oh, oh, oh, dandelion
Been a little overlooked all my life
But if you know where to look
It sounds like you might like
A dandelion
Born to live free, riding on a breeze
On a summer night
Tucked back in the weeds, guess that's just me
In a bed of red roses, I'm the one growing up on the wilder side
So if you're tired of thorns, I'm a little more
Dandelion
Whoa, dandelion
Oh, oh, oh, dandelion
Mmm
Dandelion, uh
Been a little overlooked, yeah, all my life
Well, least I made you look maybe once or twice
Mmm, dandelion