Gene Watson Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics

Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics

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