Daddys Wildwood Flower

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Well Mama was his Wildwood Flower, 
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my Daddy used to say,
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And to prove to her he loved her, 
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he'd play it every day.
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Mom would look at him and smile, 
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she'd say, "God bless my man,
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I don't regret one single day that 
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I gave him my hand.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his 
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favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her 
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house became a home.

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Mom took sick and passed away, 
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this was his darkest hour.
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He came home that very day and he 
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played the Wildwood Flower.
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Time went by and he grew old, 
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he'd sit and play for hours,
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Mem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, 
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he'd play the Wildwood Flower.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his 
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favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her 
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house became a home.

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One night, as I walked by his 
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house, I thought I heard his song.
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I heard Mama talkin', but Mom had
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 long been gone.
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I looked through the window and 
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saw God's mighty power.
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There sat Mom with Daddy, he was 
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playin' the Wildwood Flower.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his 
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favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her 
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house became a home.

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As he grew old, he could play no 
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more, and his mind began to fail.
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We'd often find him in the field, 
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he seemed so old and frail.
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One day, we couldn't find him, 
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and after many days,
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Found him lyin' with the wildwood 
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flowers, up on Mama's grave.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his 
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favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her 
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house became a home.