C Those cotton fields were hot F And that tractor never was my kind of livin' D7 And when I hit sixteen, I had my size G And I hit the road to freedom Em C And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama C7 F 'Cause she must have cried for hours C I still hear her saying to me G C Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower [Verse 2] C Now Memphis it was big, F And it was hard to find a job, and so I didn't D7 and it was easier to go back to the country G and it was more like livin' Em Now, I've been down every road C C7 F And I've stood on every porch where they were givin' C And if they had a dime, G C or an hour, I would pick the wildwood flower [Verse 3] C It's hard to turn around, F And look back down the roads that I have travelled D7 'Cause like a never-ending ball of twine G My dreams have come unravelled Em And now as evening lays it's shawl, C C7 F Across the shoulders of my life, I find C I couldn't tie my life together G C With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line [Outro] Em C And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama C7 F 'Cause she must have cried for hours C I still hear her saying to me G C Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
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