I just can’t figure it out, it’s a great big mystery,
But what the hell, I love the smell of the mighty Mississippi.
Stand now the court is in session, hear ye, all ye arise.
The venerable judge, he puts down his grudge,
And up to the ceiling he flies…

You don’t know what it means to me
To be here with you - wild and free.
I just can’t take the credit, no no, it wouldn’t be right.
The thought that thinks me, the eye that winks me,
Searching for sweet delight.

Now you’re a special case,
You unravel your heart from the lace,
And give it a spin to the water and wind,
The impossible smile on your face…

You don’t know what it means to me
To be here with you - wild and free.
You can go to Memphis, you can go to Mobile,
In every town there’s that lonesome sound,
We all know how it feels.

You’ve got a bird on your head,
I don’t think that she’s getting fed,
But give her a boost, she’ll come back to the roost,
After painting the whole town red…

You don’t know what it means to me
To be here with you with you - wild and free.

Lyrics: copyright 1991 Ed Volker
Fish Head Music Inc.