Tried leavin’ where I come from
But I’m 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 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 thats 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 over looked all my life
But if you know where to look
Then 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 thats 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
Woah Dandelion
Ohhh Dandelion
Mmmm
Dandelion, uh
Been a little over looked yeah all my life
Well at least I made you look maybe once or twice
Mm dandelion
