Lyrics Gord Bamford – Where The Wild Things Grow

Let’s park them tractors, let’s shut her down
Fire up that truck and make those wheels go round
Let’s get a road taillights, let’s make a cloud of dust
There’s a good time waiting for us outside of town

Out where the stars shine brighter, the fire burns hotter
The corn pops up in rows
Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing
At the end of an old dirt road
Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing
Come on, let’s go
Out where the wild things grow

There’ll be some tied up t-shirts, with them farm girl tans
Bare feet dancing to the midnight radio band
Gonna get kinda crazy when that sipping on kicks in
Let’s get a boot on the gas and get there as fast as we can

Out where the stars shine brighter, the fire burns hotter
The corn pops up in rows
Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing
At the end of an old dirt road
Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing
Come on, let’s go
Out where the wild things grow

We let our hair down
That’s when it all starts to unwind
All night

Out where the stars shine brighter
And the corn pops up in rows
Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing
At the end of an old dirt road
Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing

Wild things grow
Out where the wild things grow