Pick The Wildwood Flower

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


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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 giving
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

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And I'm glad I wasn't there to see 
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my momma cause she must've cried 
  C
for hours
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I still hear her saying Gary, get 
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your guitar and pick The Wildwood 
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Flower