Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Out in the holler, where the pine trees grow,
There’s a girl named Rhonda, and she runs the show.
Barefoot and wild, with a fox in her eye,
She don’t fear the thunder, she howls at the sky.

[Chorus]
Wild Rhonda, tearing through the creek,
Mud on her hands and the words she speaks,
Sound like the wind through the cypress trees,
Wild Rhonda, she’s as free as she pleases.

[Verse 2]
She hunts with a slingshot, sharp as a blade,
Catches a rabbit, calls it homemade.
Her laugh’s like a cackle, sharp and raw,
You’d swear she was kin to a wild outlaw.

[Prechorus]
No fences can hold her, no rules can bind,
She’s a storm in a bottle, a freeborn mind.

[Chorus]
Wild Rhonda, tearing through the creek,
Mud on her hands and the words she speaks,
Sound like the wind through the cypress trees,
Wild Rhonda, she’s as free as she pleases.

[Bridge]
She’s the echo of the mountains, the call of the crow,
The whisper of the river, where the wild things go.
A spirit untamed, like a fire untied,
Rhonda’s the girl who won’t be denied.