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[Verse 1]
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 mama
'Cause she must have cried for hours
I still hear her saying to me
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 2]
Now Memphis it 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'
Now I've been down every road
And I've stood on every porch where they were givin'
And if they had a dime
or an hour I would pick the wildwood flower
[Verse 3]
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 find
I couldn't tie my life together
With guitar strings and a poet's heart felt line
[Outro]
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
'Cause she must have cried for hours
I still hear her saying to me
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower
(supprime les barrés)