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Pick The Wildwood Flower
Lyricist:Joe Allen
Them Texas fields were hot And that tractor never was my kinda livin' And when I hit sixteen I had the size And I hit the road to freedom
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama 'Cause she must have cried for hours I still hear her sayin' 'Gary get your guitar and pick the Wildwood flower'
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 livin'
Now, I've been down every road And I've stood on every porch where they were givin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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 found I couldn't tie my life together With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line
And I'm so glad, I wasn't there to see my mama 'Cause she must have cried for hours I still hear her sayin' 'Gary, get your guitar and pick the Wildwood flower'
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