Those cotton fields were hot

And that tractor never was my kind of livin'

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 sayin' to me

"Get your guitar and pick the Wildwood Flower'"



Now Memphis was big

And it was hard to find a job and so I didn't

And it was easier to go back to the country

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 a dime on an hour

I would pick the Wildwood Flower



It's hard to turn around

And look back down the roads that I have traveled

'Cause like a never endin' ball of twine

My dreams have come unraveled



Now as evening lays its shawl

Across the shoulders of my life, I find

I couldn't tie my life together

With guitar strings and a poet's heartfelt mind



And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my Momma

'Cause she must've cried for hours

I still hear her saying to me

Get your guitar and pick the Wildwood Flower



Play it like this, son

Writer : ALLEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC