C
Those cotton fields were hot
F
And that tractor never was my kind of livin'
D7
And when I hit sixteen, I had my size
G
And I hit the road to freedom
Em C
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
C7 F
'Cause she must have cried for hours
C
I still hear her saying to me
G C
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 2]
C
Now Memphis it was big,
F
And it was hard to find a job, and so I didn't
D7
and it was easier to go back to the country
G
and it was more like livin'
Em
Now, I've been down every road
C C7 F
And I've stood on every porch where they were givin'
C
And if they had a dime,
G C
or an hour, I would pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 3]
C
It's hard to turn around,
F
And look back down the roads that I have travelled
D7
'Cause like a never-ending ball of twine
G
My dreams have come unravelled
Em
And now as evening lays it's shawl,
C C7 F
Across the shoulders of my life, I find
C
I couldn't tie my life together
G C
With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line
[Outro]
Em C
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
C7 F
'Cause she must have cried for hours
C
I still hear her saying to me
G C
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
