Chords for Wildwood Weed by Jim Stafford (1974) | Live TV Performance
Tempo:
159.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C#]
[C]
This is a story of the [Am] wildwood flower.
[C] Now the wildwood flower is an old [Am] country classic that's gained a whole new popularity.
[F] The song isn't any [G] more popular, [D] but the flower's doing [C] real good.
Here's the story.
The wildwood flower grew [Am] wild on the [G] farm and we never know what it's called.
[C] Some said it's a flower [A] and some said it's a [G] weed and I never gave it much [C] thought.
One day I was up there talking to my brother and I [F] reached down for a weed to chew on.
[C] Things got [Am] fuzzy and things got [G] blurry and everything [C] was gone.
[A]
I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the heck out of sniffing [C] burlap.
I come to, my [Am] brother was there and he said, [G] what's wrong with your eyes?
[C]
I said, I don't know.
I [Am] was chewing on a weed.
He said, well, let me give it a try.
[C] Spent the rest of the day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
Caught up with him about [A] six o'clock the next [Am] morning, [G]
naked singing on the [Cm] windmill.
[B] [Am] He said he flew up there.
He's about half crazy.
[G] I had to fly up and get him down.
[C]
Now see, there is an ending to this song.
[C] Oh, all good things [Am] come to an end.
It's [Gm] the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
[Cm] One day a [A] fellow from Washington come [Am] by and [G] he spied him and turned white [C] as a sheep.
And he dug and he burned and he burned and he dug until [C] he killed all our cute little weeds.
And then he drove away.
[Am] We just smiled and waved.
[G] Sitting there on that sack of [C] seeds.
[F] [C]
[N]
[F]
[C]
This is a story of the [Am] wildwood flower.
[C] Now the wildwood flower is an old [Am] country classic that's gained a whole new popularity.
[F] The song isn't any [G] more popular, [D] but the flower's doing [C] real good.
Here's the story.
The wildwood flower grew [Am] wild on the [G] farm and we never know what it's called.
[C] Some said it's a flower [A] and some said it's a [G] weed and I never gave it much [C] thought.
One day I was up there talking to my brother and I [F] reached down for a weed to chew on.
[C] Things got [Am] fuzzy and things got [G] blurry and everything [C] was gone.
[A]
I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the heck out of sniffing [C] burlap.
I come to, my [Am] brother was there and he said, [G] what's wrong with your eyes?
[C]
I said, I don't know.
I [Am] was chewing on a weed.
He said, well, let me give it a try.
[C] Spent the rest of the day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
Caught up with him about [A] six o'clock the next [Am] morning, [G]
naked singing on the [Cm] windmill.
[B] [Am] He said he flew up there.
He's about half crazy.
[G] I had to fly up and get him down.
[C]
Now see, there is an ending to this song.
[C] Oh, all good things [Am] come to an end.
It's [Gm] the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
[Cm] One day a [A] fellow from Washington come [Am] by and [G] he spied him and turned white [C] as a sheep.
And he dug and he burned and he burned and he dug until [C] he killed all our cute little weeds.
And then he drove away.
[Am] We just smiled and waved.
[G] Sitting there on that sack of [C] seeds.
[F] [C]
[N]
[F]
Key:
C
G
Am
F
A
C
G
Am
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ This is a story of the [Am] wildwood flower.
_ _ [C] Now the wildwood flower is an old [Am] country classic that's gained a whole new popularity. _ _
[F] The song isn't any [G] more popular, _ [D] but the flower's doing [C] real good. _ _
Here's the story. _ _ _ _ _
The wildwood flower grew [Am] wild on the [G] farm and we never know what it's called.
[C] _ _ Some said it's a flower [A] and some said it's a [G] weed and I never gave it much [C] thought. _
_ One day I was up there talking to my brother and I [F] reached down for a weed to chew on.
_ [C] Things got [Am] fuzzy and things got [G] blurry and everything [C] was gone.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the heck out of sniffing [C] burlap. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I come to, my [Am] brother was there and he said, [G] what's wrong with your eyes?
[C] _ _
I said, I don't know.
I [Am] was chewing on a weed.
He said, well, let me give it a try.
[C] _ _ Spent the rest of the day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
_ Caught up with him about [A] six o'clock the next [Am] morning, _ [G] _ _ _
naked singing on the [Cm] windmill. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [Am] He said he flew up there.
_ _ _ _ He's about half crazy.
_ _ [G] _ I had to fly up and get him down.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now see, there is an ending to this song.
_ _ _ _ [C] Oh, all good things [Am] come to an end.
It's [Gm] the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
_ [Cm] One day a [A] fellow from Washington come [Am] by and [G] he spied him and turned white [C] as a sheep. _
And he dug and he burned and he burned and he dug until [C] he killed all our cute little weeds.
_ And then he drove away.
[Am] _ We just smiled and waved. _
[G] Sitting there on that sack of [C] seeds. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ This is a story of the [Am] wildwood flower.
_ _ [C] Now the wildwood flower is an old [Am] country classic that's gained a whole new popularity. _ _
[F] The song isn't any [G] more popular, _ [D] but the flower's doing [C] real good. _ _
Here's the story. _ _ _ _ _
The wildwood flower grew [Am] wild on the [G] farm and we never know what it's called.
[C] _ _ Some said it's a flower [A] and some said it's a [G] weed and I never gave it much [C] thought. _
_ One day I was up there talking to my brother and I [F] reached down for a weed to chew on.
_ [C] Things got [Am] fuzzy and things got [G] blurry and everything [C] was gone.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the heck out of sniffing [C] burlap. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I come to, my [Am] brother was there and he said, [G] what's wrong with your eyes?
[C] _ _
I said, I don't know.
I [Am] was chewing on a weed.
He said, well, let me give it a try.
[C] _ _ Spent the rest of the day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
_ Caught up with him about [A] six o'clock the next [Am] morning, _ [G] _ _ _
naked singing on the [Cm] windmill. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [Am] He said he flew up there.
_ _ _ _ He's about half crazy.
_ _ [G] _ I had to fly up and get him down.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now see, there is an ending to this song.
_ _ _ _ [C] Oh, all good things [Am] come to an end.
It's [Gm] the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
_ [Cm] One day a [A] fellow from Washington come [Am] by and [G] he spied him and turned white [C] as a sheep. _
And he dug and he burned and he burned and he dug until [C] he killed all our cute little weeds.
_ And then he drove away.
[Am] _ We just smiled and waved. _
[G] Sitting there on that sack of [C] seeds. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
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