Them Texas fields
were hot
And that tractor
never was my
kinda livin
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
sayin 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 livin
Now I've been down
every road
And I've stood
on every porch
where they were givin
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 never
ending ball of twine
My dreams have
come unravelled
And now as evening
lays it's shawl
Across the
shoulders of my
life I have found
I couldn't tie
my life together
With guitar strings
and a poet's
heart felt line
And I'm so glad
I wasn't there to
see my mama
Cause she must
have cried for hours
I still hear her
sayin Gary
Get your guitar
and pick the
wildwood flower