[Verse 1]
G
Them Texas fields were hot
C
And that tractor never was my kind of livin'
A7
And when I hit sixteen, I had the size
D
And I hit the road to freedom
Dm G7
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
C
'Cause she must have cried for hours
G
I still hear her sayin', Gary
D G
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 2]
G
Now Dallas it was big,
C
And hard to find a job, and so I didn't
A7
It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston
D
And it was more like livin'
Dm
Now, I've been down every road
G7 C
And I've stood on every porch where they were givin'
G
And if they had an hour,
D G
Or a dime, I would pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 3]
G
It's hard to turn around,
C
And look back down the roads that I have travelled
A7
'Cause like a never-ending ball of twine
D
My dreams have come unravelled
Dm
And now as evening lays it's shawl,
G7 C
Across the shoulders of my life, I have found
G
I couldn't tie my life together
D G
With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line
Dm G7
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
C
'Cause she must have cried for hours
G
I still hear her sayin', Gary
D G
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower