THEM TEXAS FIELDS
WERE HOT
AND THAT TRACTOR
NEVER WAS
MY KIND OF LIVIN'
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 MAMA
'CAUSE SHE MUSTA CRIED
FOR HOURS
I STILL HEAR HER SAYIN'
GARY GET YOUR GUITAR
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 TRAVELED
'CAUSE LIKE
A NEVER-ENDING
BALL OF TWINE
MY DREAMS HAVE
COME UNRAVELED
AND NOW AS EVENING
LAYS ITS SHAWL
ACROSS THE
SHOULDERS OF MY LIFE
I HAVE TO FIND
I COULDN'T TIE
MY LIFE TOGETHER
WITH GUITAR STRINGS
AND A POET'S
HEARTFELT LINE
AND I'M SO GLAD
I WASN'T THERE
TO SEE MY MAMA
'CAUSE SHE MUSTA CRIED
FOR HOURS
I STILL HEAR HER SAYIN'
GARY GET YOUR GUITAR
AND PICK
THE WILDWOOD FLOWER