The Man Who Picked The WIldwood Flower Chords by Merle Haggard
Tempo:
84.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
D
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Let me tell you about a song that was brought to me by a good friend of mine
Who's a good songwriter and every time he brings me a song I'm always willing to listen
But the story and the reasons for writing this song
Were even more interesting to me than the song the old friend and fellow I'm speaking of is Tommy Collins
Tommy told me about an experience he had when he was a minister
Where it was called a preacher funeral for a man with no identity
Tommy said he never forgot the way he felt
Here's a human being who someone must have loved at some time and yet there was no one present to pay respect
Just a couple of gravediggers
Funeral man Tommy then the story switched to another thought about during his last visit to Nashville
He went down to listen to an old street singer
He always made a point to go here each time he was in town and it was then that Tommy discovered that
Jack Dupree the old street singer had passed away
Tommy said he wondered how many were present at Jack's funeral and it was these two true-to-life incidents that inspired this [C] song
[C] I only saw [G] five people when they buried Jack [C] Dupree
two diggers and [Gm] a preacher
[G] funeral [C] man in [B] me
[C] The prayer was [F] said and the hole was [C] filled in less than half an hour
And I said goodbye to the little [E] man who [G] picked the wildwood [C] flower
For twenty [G] years I'd seen him on the lower Nashville [C] streets
They said he [G] always earned enough to buy his [C] clothes and eats
He'd stop for a [F] while and check his [C] watch with a big clock on the tower
That's when I asked him once if he [G] could pick the [C] wildwood flower
He always [G] drew a crowd because he'd put on such [C] a show
He'd dance and sang [G] and play and smile just like [C] a polished pro and every [F] time he saw me
[C] Standing in the crowd.
I knew the tune that he [G] played next would be [Cm] the wildwood [C] flower.
I
Told him once [G] he could be what people call a star [C] and he said boy boy.
[G] I'm happy
How many of them [C] folks are I?
hate
[F] [C] Smiling feel myself turn sour there ain't no put on in my [G] face when I pick the wildwood [C] flower
[D]
Then I saw a [A] thousand
As they began to [D] come
[A] Businessmen up the stars party [D] girls and boss
I know that [G] little man the [D] playbook is in the shower
They paid respect to the little [A] man who picked the [D] wildwood flower
[F] [C] [D]
Who's a good songwriter and every time he brings me a song I'm always willing to listen
But the story and the reasons for writing this song
Were even more interesting to me than the song the old friend and fellow I'm speaking of is Tommy Collins
Tommy told me about an experience he had when he was a minister
Where it was called a preacher funeral for a man with no identity
Tommy said he never forgot the way he felt
Here's a human being who someone must have loved at some time and yet there was no one present to pay respect
Just a couple of gravediggers
Funeral man Tommy then the story switched to another thought about during his last visit to Nashville
He went down to listen to an old street singer
He always made a point to go here each time he was in town and it was then that Tommy discovered that
Jack Dupree the old street singer had passed away
Tommy said he wondered how many were present at Jack's funeral and it was these two true-to-life incidents that inspired this [C] song
[C] I only saw [G] five people when they buried Jack [C] Dupree
two diggers and [Gm] a preacher
[G] funeral [C] man in [B] me
[C] The prayer was [F] said and the hole was [C] filled in less than half an hour
And I said goodbye to the little [E] man who [G] picked the wildwood [C] flower
For twenty [G] years I'd seen him on the lower Nashville [C] streets
They said he [G] always earned enough to buy his [C] clothes and eats
He'd stop for a [F] while and check his [C] watch with a big clock on the tower
That's when I asked him once if he [G] could pick the [C] wildwood flower
He always [G] drew a crowd because he'd put on such [C] a show
He'd dance and sang [G] and play and smile just like [C] a polished pro and every [F] time he saw me
[C] Standing in the crowd.
I knew the tune that he [G] played next would be [Cm] the wildwood [C] flower.
I
Told him once [G] he could be what people call a star [C] and he said boy boy.
[G] I'm happy
How many of them [C] folks are I?
hate
[F] [C] Smiling feel myself turn sour there ain't no put on in my [G] face when I pick the wildwood [C] flower
[D]
Then I saw a [A] thousand
As they began to [D] come
[A] Businessmen up the stars party [D] girls and boss
I know that [G] little man the [D] playbook is in the shower
They paid respect to the little [A] man who picked the [D] wildwood flower
[F] [C] [D]
Key:
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Let me tell you about a song that was brought to me by a good friend of mine
Who's a good songwriter and every time he brings me a song I'm always willing to listen
But the story and the reasons for writing this song
Were even more interesting to me than the song the old friend and fellow I'm speaking of is Tommy Collins
Tommy told me about an experience he had when he was a minister
Where it was called a preacher funeral for a man with no identity
Tommy said he never forgot the way he felt
_ Here's a human being who someone must have loved at some time and yet there was no one present to pay respect
Just a couple of gravediggers
Funeral man Tommy _ then the story switched to another thought about during his last visit to Nashville
He went down to listen to an old street singer
He always made a point to go here each time he was in town and it was then that Tommy discovered that
Jack Dupree the old street singer had passed away
Tommy said he wondered how many were present at Jack's funeral _ and it was these two true-to-life incidents that inspired this [C] song
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ I only saw [G] five people when they buried Jack [C] Dupree
two diggers and [Gm] a preacher
[G] funeral [C] man in [B] me
[C] The prayer was [F] said and the hole was [C] filled in less than half an hour
And I said goodbye to the little [E] man who [G] picked the wildwood [C] flower
_ For twenty [G] years I'd seen him on the lower Nashville [C] streets
They said he [G] always earned enough to buy his [C] clothes and eats
He'd stop for a [F] while and check his [C] watch with a big clock on the tower
That's when I asked him once if he [G] could pick the [C] wildwood flower
He always [G] drew a crowd because he'd put on such [C] a show
He'd dance and sang [G] and play and smile just like [C] a polished pro and every [F] time he saw me
[C] Standing in the crowd.
I knew the tune that he [G] played next would be [Cm] the wildwood [C] flower.
_ I
Told him once [G] he could be what people call a star [C] and he said boy boy.
[G] I'm happy
How many of them [C] folks are I?
hate
[F] _ [C] Smiling feel myself turn sour there ain't no put on in my [G] face when I pick the wildwood [C] flower
_ _ [D] _
_ _ Then I saw a [A] thousand
As they began to [D] come
_ [A] Businessmen up the stars party [D] girls and boss
I know that [G] little man the [D] playbook is in the shower
They paid respect to the little [A] man who picked the [D] wildwood flower
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Who's a good songwriter and every time he brings me a song I'm always willing to listen
But the story and the reasons for writing this song
Were even more interesting to me than the song the old friend and fellow I'm speaking of is Tommy Collins
Tommy told me about an experience he had when he was a minister
Where it was called a preacher funeral for a man with no identity
Tommy said he never forgot the way he felt
_ Here's a human being who someone must have loved at some time and yet there was no one present to pay respect
Just a couple of gravediggers
Funeral man Tommy _ then the story switched to another thought about during his last visit to Nashville
He went down to listen to an old street singer
He always made a point to go here each time he was in town and it was then that Tommy discovered that
Jack Dupree the old street singer had passed away
Tommy said he wondered how many were present at Jack's funeral _ and it was these two true-to-life incidents that inspired this [C] song
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ I only saw [G] five people when they buried Jack [C] Dupree
two diggers and [Gm] a preacher
[G] funeral [C] man in [B] me
[C] The prayer was [F] said and the hole was [C] filled in less than half an hour
And I said goodbye to the little [E] man who [G] picked the wildwood [C] flower
_ For twenty [G] years I'd seen him on the lower Nashville [C] streets
They said he [G] always earned enough to buy his [C] clothes and eats
He'd stop for a [F] while and check his [C] watch with a big clock on the tower
That's when I asked him once if he [G] could pick the [C] wildwood flower
He always [G] drew a crowd because he'd put on such [C] a show
He'd dance and sang [G] and play and smile just like [C] a polished pro and every [F] time he saw me
[C] Standing in the crowd.
I knew the tune that he [G] played next would be [Cm] the wildwood [C] flower.
_ I
Told him once [G] he could be what people call a star [C] and he said boy boy.
[G] I'm happy
How many of them [C] folks are I?
hate
[F] _ [C] Smiling feel myself turn sour there ain't no put on in my [G] face when I pick the wildwood [C] flower
_ _ [D] _
_ _ Then I saw a [A] thousand
As they began to [D] come
_ [A] Businessmen up the stars party [D] girls and boss
I know that [G] little man the [D] playbook is in the shower
They paid respect to the little [A] man who picked the [D] wildwood flower
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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