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Lyrics by: Joseph Allen
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5 Jun '79 Country

Lyrics

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


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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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