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Ivy Juniper

Born on a runaway boxcar train. Crowned with a halo of daisy chains.

Secondhand holes in her denim jeans. Queen with a lucky Ace up her sleeve.

Have you heard about that girl with the bandit boots and the cowboy smile?

Call her Ivy Juniper. She’s a highway child, pretty, misty eyes.

Rugged and rough with a diamond shine. Sweet and sassy like moonlight wine.

They call her Ivy Juniper, the rambling love of mine.

 

Off like the derelict wind she goes. Rocks like a ramshackle rodeo.

Lips like the kiss from a honeycomb. Bag full of tricks and a heart of gold.

Never met a girl like her, she’s a coin flip mixed with a cyclone spin.

Little Ivy Juniper with her pockets filled with the perfect crime.

One of a kind on a cloud nine high. Laughter painting the countryside

She’s little Ivy Juniper, the rambling love of mine.

 

Can’t forget about that girl with her soul exploding like sundown fire.

Wild Ivy Juniper, she’s a pistol living a slingshot life.

Free as a bird in the western sky. Passing by like an exit sign.

She’s wild Ivy Juniper, the rambling love of mine, the rambling love of mine.