Gene Watson

Gene Watson - Pick the Wildwood Flower lyrics

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(Joe Allen)

Them Texas fields were hot

And that tractor never was my kind of living

And when I hit sixteen I had my size

And I hit the road to freedom

And I'm glad I wasn't there to see

My momma cause she must've cried for hours

I still hear her saying 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 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.

And I'm so glad I wasn't there

To see my momma cause she must've cried for hours

I still hear her saying Gary

Get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower...

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