Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics

Them Texas fields were hot and

That tractor never was my kinda livin'

And when I hit sixteen I had the size

And I hit the road to freedom

And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama

'Cause she must have cried for hours

I still hear her sayin', 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 livin'

Now, I've been down every road

And I've stood on every porch where they were givin'
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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 never ending ball of twine

My dreams have come unravelled

And now as evening lays it's shawl

Across the shoulders of my life I have found

I couldn't tie my life together

With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line

And I'm so glad I wasn't there to see my mama

'Cause she must have cried for hours

I still hear her sayin', Gary

Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower