Pick The Wildwood Flower Chords by Gene Watson
Tempo:
93.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Dm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Them Texas fields were hot, and that tractor never was my [C] kind of living.
[A] And when I hit sixteen, I had my sighs, and I hit the [D] road to freedom.
And [Dm] I'm glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours.
I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower.
Now Dallas it was big, and hard to find a job, and so [C] I didn't.
It [A] was easier to hitch a ride to Houston, and it was more [D] like living.
Now [Dm] I've been down every road, and [G] I've stood on every porch where they [C] were giving.
[G] And if they had an hour, [D] or a dime, I would pick the [G] wilder flower.
It's hard to turn around, and look back down the roads that I [C] have traveled.
[A] Cause like a never ending ball of twine, my dreams have come [D] unraveled.
And now [Dm] as evening lays its shawl across [G] the shoulders of my life, I have [C] time.
I [G] couldn't tie my life together, [D] with guitar strings and a poorest heart [G] still fine.
And I'm [Dm] so glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours.
I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, get [D] your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower.
[A] And when I hit sixteen, I had my sighs, and I hit the [D] road to freedom.
And [Dm] I'm glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours.
I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower.
Now Dallas it was big, and hard to find a job, and so [C] I didn't.
It [A] was easier to hitch a ride to Houston, and it was more [D] like living.
Now [Dm] I've been down every road, and [G] I've stood on every porch where they [C] were giving.
[G] And if they had an hour, [D] or a dime, I would pick the [G] wilder flower.
It's hard to turn around, and look back down the roads that I [C] have traveled.
[A] Cause like a never ending ball of twine, my dreams have come [D] unraveled.
And now [Dm] as evening lays its shawl across [G] the shoulders of my life, I have [C] time.
I [G] couldn't tie my life together, [D] with guitar strings and a poorest heart [G] still fine.
And I'm [Dm] so glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours.
I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, get [D] your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower.
Key:
G
C
D
Dm
A
G
C
D
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_ _ _ Them Texas fields were hot, and that tractor never was my [C] kind of living. _
[A] And when I hit sixteen, I had my sighs, and I hit the [D] road to freedom.
_ And [Dm] I'm glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours. _ _
_ _ I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _
_ _ _ Now Dallas it was big, and hard to find a job, and so [C] I didn't.
It [A] was easier to hitch a ride to Houston, and it was more [D] like living.
Now [Dm] I've been down every road, and [G] I've stood on every porch where they [C] were giving. _ _
_ _ _ [G] And if they had an hour, [D] or a dime, I would pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _
_ _ _ It's hard to turn around, and look back down the roads that I [C] have traveled. _
[A] Cause like a never ending ball of twine, my dreams have come [D] unraveled.
And now [Dm] as evening lays its shawl across [G] the shoulders of my life, I have [C] time. _ _
_ _ I [G] couldn't tie my life together, [D] with guitar strings and a poorest heart [G] still fine. _ _ _
_ _ And I'm [Dm] so glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours. _ _
_ _ I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, get [D] your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Them Texas fields were hot, and that tractor never was my [C] kind of living. _
[A] And when I hit sixteen, I had my sighs, and I hit the [D] road to freedom.
_ And [Dm] I'm glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours. _ _
_ _ I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, [D] get your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _
_ _ _ Now Dallas it was big, and hard to find a job, and so [C] I didn't.
It [A] was easier to hitch a ride to Houston, and it was more [D] like living.
Now [Dm] I've been down every road, and [G] I've stood on every porch where they [C] were giving. _ _
_ _ _ [G] And if they had an hour, [D] or a dime, I would pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _
_ _ _ It's hard to turn around, and look back down the roads that I [C] have traveled. _
[A] Cause like a never ending ball of twine, my dreams have come [D] unraveled.
And now [Dm] as evening lays its shawl across [G] the shoulders of my life, I have [C] time. _ _
_ _ I [G] couldn't tie my life together, [D] with guitar strings and a poorest heart [G] still fine. _ _ _
_ _ And I'm [Dm] so glad I wasn't there to see [G] my mama, cause she must have cried [C] for hours. _ _
_ _ I [G] still hear her saying, Gary, get [D] your guitar, pick the [G] wilder flower. _ _ _
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