Bo Bice wild roses

Sweet little country girls, smiling back at me
Sweet like Iowa corn, in the summertime breeze
Like to see wildflowers, in the midday sun
Stretching out like a field of dreams
Where a southern boy wants to run
Wild roses, make me feel alright
Wild roses, dancing in the pale moonlight
Looking out all around me, what a beautiful sight
I see a lot of wild roses in here tonight