Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics - Johnny Cash

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' 

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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 

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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