This comes from a hand written sheet out of my great-uncle's
pile of music. He used to play steel guitar semi-professionally
but now plays a dobro guitar just to pass the time. The name
Joe Allen is written in the upper left hand corner of the sheet,
but I don't know if that is the author, the singer, or somebody
from one of his bands. This is in Courier New, 10. Hope it works!
"The Wild Wood Flower"
D G
Them Texas fields were hot
G7 C
and that tractor never was my kind of living.
A A7
When I was sixteen and had my size,
D
I hit the road to freedom.
Dm G
I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama.
G7 C
Because she must have cried for hours.
G D
I still hear her saying, "Gary get your guitar
G
and pick the wildwood flower."
D G
Now Dallas was big and it was hard
G7
to find a job and so I didn't.
A A7
It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston
D
and it was more like living.
Dm
Now I've been down every road
G G7 C
and I've stood on every porch where they were giving.
G D
And if they had an hours worth of time,
G
I'd pick the wildwood flower.
D G
It's hard to turn around
G7 C
and look back down the roads that I've traveled.
A A7
Cause just like a never ending ball of twine
D
my dreams have come unraveled.
Dm
Now as evening waves it's scrawl
G G7 C
across the shoulders of my life I have to find,
G D
I couldn't tie my life together with guitar strings
G
and a poet's heart felt rhyme.
Dm G
I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama.
G7 C
Because she must have cried for hours.
G D
I still hear her saying, "Gary get your guitar
G
and pick the wildwood flower."
