Pick the Wildwood Flower - Gene Watson
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 wild wood 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 wild wood 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 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 saying gary
Get your guitar and pick the wild wood flower
