Pick The Wildwood Flower - Gene Watson

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