Pick The Wildwood Flower

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Those cotton 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 have cried for hours

I still hear her saying to me

Get your guitar and pick the Wildwood Flower

Now Memphis was big

And it was hard to find a job and so I didn't

And it was easier to go back to the country

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 a dime on an hour

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

Now as evening lays it's shawl

Across the shoulders of my life I find

I couldn't tie my life together

With guitar strings and a poet's heartfelt mind

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

Cause she must have cried for hours

I still hear her saying to me

Get your guitar and pick the Wildwood Flower

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