Pick The Wildwood Flower (wi..

<p>Those cotton fields were hot<br/>And that tractor never was my kind of livin&#x27;<br/>And when I hit sixteen<br/>I had my size and I hit the road to freedom<br/><br/>And I&#x27;m glad I wasn&#x27;t there to see my Momma<br/>&#x27;Cause she must&#x27;ve cried for hours<br/>I still hear her sayin&#x27; to me<br/>&quot;Get your guitar and pick the &#x27;Wildwood Flower&#x27;&quot;<br/><br/>Now Memphis was big<br/>And it was hard to find a job and so I didn&#x27;t<br/>And it was easier to go back to the country<br/>And it was more like livin&#x27;<br/><br/>Now, I&#x27;ve been down every road<br/>And I&#x27;ve stood on every porch where they were givin&#x27;<br/>And if they had a dime on an hour<br/>I would pick the &#x27;Wildwood Flower&#x27;<br/>It&#x27;s hard to turn around<br/>And look back down the roads that I have traveled<br/>&#x27;Cause like a never endin&#x27; ball of twine<br/>My dreams have come unraveled<br/><br/>Now as evening lays its shawl<br/>Across the shoulders of my life, I find<br/>I couldn&#x27;t tie my life together<br/>With guitar strings and a poet&#x27;s heartfelt mind<br/><br/>And I&#x27;m glad I wasn&#x27;t there to see my Momma<br/>&#x27;Cause she must&#x27;ve cried for hours<br/>I still hear her saying to me<br/>&quot;Get your guitar and pick the &#x27;Wildwood Flower&#x27;&quot;<br/><br/>Play it like this, son