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Pick The Wildwood Flower

Höfundur lags: Joe Allen , Dave Kirby og Robb Warren Flytjandi: Gene Watson Sent inn af: Anonymous
[G]Them Texas fields were hot and
That tractor never [G7]was my kinda [C]living
And [A7]when I hit sixteen I had the size
And I hit the road to [D7]freedom

And I'm [Dm]glad I wasn't there to see my [G]mama
Cause she [G7]must have cried for [C]hours
I still [G]hear her saying Gary
Get your [D7]guitar and pick the wildwood [G]flower [D7]    

Now [G]Dallas it was big and hard to find a job
[G7]And so I [C]didn't
It [A7]was easier to hitch a ride to Houston
And it was more like [D7]living

Now I've [Dm]been down every road
And I've stood on [G]every porch
Where [G7]they were [C]giving
And if they [G]had an hour or a [D7]dime   
I would pick the wildwood [G]flower [D7]    

It's [G]hard to turn around and look back
Down the roads [G7]that I have [C]traveled
[A7]Cause like a never ending ball of twine
My dreams have come un[D7]raveled

And now as [Dm]evening lays it's shawl
Across the [G]shoulders of my [G7]life I have to [C]find
I [G]couldn't tie my life together
With guitar [D7]strings and a poet's heart felt [G]line

And I'm [Dm]glad I wasn't there to see my [G]mama
Cause she [G7]must have cried for [C]hours
I still [G]hear her saying Gary
Get your [D7]guitar and pick the wildwood [G]flower [D7]    

Them Texas fields were hot and
That tractor never was my kinda living
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 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 traveled
Cause like a never ending ball of twine
My dreams have come unraveled

And now as evening lays it's 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

And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
Cause she must have cried for hours
I still hear her saying Gary
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower

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