A restless spirit, she moves with the wind She’s always looking for something new and a new place to do it in She takes her flight like a moth to the moon Never looking back though you know she’s coming back real soon Cause everybody wants to help her spit the twang off her tongue Or hide the shame they think she should feel because of where she came from But they don’t know When she cries and when she bleeds The bare footprints that she leaves Her wild hair and mystic ways The joyful wonder of her days She’s blue, she’s blue She’s born and wild-bred here in the blue City boardrooms or tropic ocean keys She always scans the sky for that hazy blue line that birthed her dreams She knows, she knows, as time goes along She’s a boomerang child always spinning away just to make her way back home You could never make her scrub the mountain from her skin or deny the rebel souls of her kin cause When she cries and when she bleeds The bare footprints that she leaves Her wild hair and mystic ways The joyful wonder of her days She’s blue, she’s blue She’s born and wild-bred here in the blue Oh she’s blue, she’s blue She’s born and So, so wild-bred right here in the blue Lyrics (c) 2026 Deborah Browning
