Gene Watson - Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics
Them Texas fields were hot andThat tractor never was my kinda livin'And when I hit sixteen I had the sizeAnd I hit the road to freedomAnd I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama'Cause she must have cried for hoursI still hear her sayin', GaryGet your guitar and pick the wildwood flowerNow Dallas it was big and hard to find a jobAnd so I didn'tIt was easier to hitch a ride to HoustonAnd it was more like livin'Now, I've been down every roadAnd I've stood on every porch where they were givin'And if they had an hour or a dimeI would pick the wildwood flowerIt's hard to turn around and look backDown the roads that I have travelled'Cause like a never ending ball of twineMy dreams have come unravelledAnd now as evening lays it's shawlAcross the shoulders of my life I have foundI couldn't tie my life togetherWith guitar strings and a poet's heart felt lineAnd I'm so glad I wasn't there to see my mama'Cause she must have cried for hoursI still hear her sayin', GaryGet your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
