Chords for 'Pick The Wildwood Flower'

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Them Texas fields were hot, and that tractor never was my [C] kind of _ [Em] livin'.
[Am] And when I hit sixteen, I had my [A] size, and I hit the [D] road to freedom. _
[G] And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama, cause she must have [C] cried for hours.
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[G] still hear her sayin', Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick the [G] wildwood flowers. _ _ _ _
Now Dallas, it was big, and hard to find a job, and [C] so I didn't.
_ [Am] It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston, and [C#] it was [D] more like _ livin'.
[G] Now I've been down every road, and I've stood on every [Em] porch where [C] they were _ _ givin'.
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And if they had an hour [D] or a dime, I would pick the [G] wildwood flowers. _ _ _ _ _
It's hard to turn around, and look back down the roads that [C] I have traveled.
_ [Em] [Am] Cause like an ever-endin' ball of twine, my [E] life's [D] come on rival. _
[G] Now as evening lays its shawl across the shoulders of my [A] life, I [C] have to find.
_ _ _ _ [A] I [G] couldn't tie my life together [D] with guitar strings in a poet's [G] heartfelt life.
_ _ _ And I'm so glad I wasn't there to see my mama, cause she must have [C] cried for hours. _ _ _ _
[G] I still hear her sayin', Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick me the [G] wildwood flowers. _ _ _ _ _ _
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