Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics

(Joe Allen)

Them Texas fields were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of living
And when I hit sixteen I had my size
And I hit the road to freedom
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see
My momma cause she must've cried for hours
I still hear her saying Gary
Get your guitar and pick "The Wildwood Flower."

Now Dallas it was big and hard
To find a job and so I didn't
It was easier to hitch a ride
To Houston and it was more like living
Now I've been down every road
And I've stood on every porch where they were givingGene Watson - Pick The Wildwood Flower - http://motolyrics.com/gene-watson/pick-the-wildwood-flower-lyrics.html
And if they had an hour or a dime
I would pick The Wildwood Flower.

It's hard to turn around and look back down
The roads that I have travelled
'Cause like a neverending ball of twine
My dreams have come unravelled
And now as evening lays its shawl
Across the shoulders of my life I have defined
I couldn't tie my life together
With the guitar strings and a poet's heart full of pride.

And I'm so glad I wasn't there
To see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
I still hear her saying Gary
Get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower...