G C F G C
[Verse 1]
C F
Those cotton fields were hot and that tractor never was my kind of living
D G
And when I hit sixteen, I had my size and I hit the road to freedom
C F
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
C G C
I still hear her saying to me, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower
[Bridge]
C G C
[Verse 2]
F
Now Memphis was big and it was hard to find a job and so I didn't
D G
And It was easier to go back to the country and it was more like living
C F
Now I've been down every road and I've stood on every porch where they were giving
D G C
And if they had a dime or an hour, I would pick The Wildwood Flower
[Bridge]
C G C D A D
[Verse 3]
G
It's hard to turn around and look back down the roads that I have travelled
E A
Cause like a neverending ball of twine, my dreams have come unravelled
D G
And now as evening lays its shawl across the shoulders of my life I have defined
D A D
I couldn't tie my life together with the guitar strings and a poet's heart full of pride
A D G
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
D A D
I still hear her saying to me, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower
