Gene Watson Lyrics
"Pick the Wildwood Flower"

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(Joe Allen)

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."

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...
This song is from the album "Reflections", "The Best of Gene Watson, Vol 2.", "Gene Watson: Greatest Hits [Curb]", "Eighteen Greatest Hits [Teevee]", "Gene Watson Greatest Hits", "Ultimate Collection [Hip-O]" and "Gene Watson - 18 Greatest Hits".