Pick The Wildwood Flower

Them Texas fields were hot and

That tractor never was my kinda living

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 saying 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 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 traveled

Cause like a never ending ball of twine

My dreams have come unraveled

And now as evening lays it’s 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 heart felt line

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

Cause she must have cried for hours

I still hear her saying Gary

Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower