Them Texas fields were hot and That tractor never was my kinda livin' 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 sayin', 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 livin' Now, I've been down every road And I've stood on every porch where they were givin' 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 never ending ball of twine My dreams have come unravelled 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 sayin', Gary Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower