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Subject: The Wildwood flower (Gene Watson)
(D)Them Texas fields were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of (G) living
When I (A7) was sixteen and had my size
I hit the road to (D) freedom
I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
because she must (D7) of cried for (G) hours
I still (D) hear her saying Gary
Get your (A7) guitar and pick the wildwood (D) flower
(D) Now Dallas was big
And it was hard to find a job and so I (G) didn't
It was (A7) easier to hitch a ride to Houston
And it was more like a (D) living.
Now I 've been down every road
and I've stood on every porch where (D7) they were (G) giving
And if (D) they had an hours worth of time
I'd pick (A7) the wildwood (D) flower
(D) It's hard to turn around
And look back down the roads that I have (G) traveled
Cause just (A7) like a never ending ball of twine
My dreams have come (D) unraveled
Now as evening waves its scrawl
across the shoulders of my (D7) life I have to (G) find
I couldn't (D) tie my life together
with guitar strings (A7) and a poets heart felt (D) rhyme
I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
because she must of (D7) cried for (G) hours
I still hear (D) her saying Gary
get your (A7) guitar and pick the wildwood (D) flower
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