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PICK THE WILDWOOD FLOWET
GENE WATSON
Written By: JOE ALLEN
VERSE 1:
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Them Texas fields were hot and that tractor
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never was my kind of living,
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And when I hit sixteen,- I had my size
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and I hit the road to free-dom.
CHORUS:
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And I'm glad I wasn't there, to see my Mama,
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'Cause she must have cried for hours.-
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I still hear her saying, "Jody, get your guitar
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and Pick The Wildwood Flower."
VERSE 2:
Now Dallas, it was big and hard to find
a job there, so I didn't.
It was easier to hitch a ride to Denver
and it was more lie 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.
VERSE 3:
It's hard to turn among a look back down
the roads that I traveled,
'Cause like a never-ending ball of twine,
my dreams have come unraveled.
And now as evening lays its shawl across
the shoulders of my life
I have to find...I couldn't tie my life
together with guitar strings and a poet's
heart-felt line.
(CHORUS)
