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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'
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
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
- Album:
- All Aboard the Blue Train with Johnny Cash
- Out Among the Stars
- Miscellaneous
- CASH
- American V: A Hundred Highways
- American IV: The Man Comes Around
- American III: Solitary Man
- American Recordings
- Hymns By Johnny Cash
- American V: A Hunderd Highways
- The Definitive Collection
- At Folsom Prison
- Johnny Cash Remixed
- Cash Unearthed
- Personal File
- Ring Of Fire
- VH1 Storytellers
- The Essential Johnny Cash
- Radio 2 - 1000 Klassiekers Vol. 2
- Man in Black: Live in Denmark 1971