Gene Watson – Pick The Wildwood Flower (Guitar)

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Them Texas fields were hot

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And that tractor never was my kind of livin'

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And when I hit sixteen, I had the size

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And I hit the road to freedom

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

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'Cause she must have cried for hours

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I still hear her sayin', Gary

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Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower

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Now Dallas it was big,

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

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It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston

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And it was more like livin'

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Now, I've been down every road

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And I've stood on every porch where they were givin'

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And if they had an hour,

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Or a dime, I would pick the wildwood flower

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It's hard to turn around,

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And look back down the roads that I have travelled

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'Cause like a never-ending ball of twine

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My dreams have come unravelled

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And now as evening lays it's shawl,

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Across the shoulders of my life, I have found

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I couldn't tie my life together

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With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line

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

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'Cause she must have cried for hours

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I still hear her sayin', Gary

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Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower