Wildwood Weed Chords by Jim Stafford
Tempo:
103.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [G] [C] [Am] [G]
[C] [F] [G] The name of this song [Am] is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new popularity.
[F]
[C] The song isn't any more [G] popular, but the flower's doing real good.
[Bm] [C] Wildwood flower [Am] grew wild [Em] on the farm [G] and we never know what [C] it was called.
Some said it was a [Am] flower and some said it was a [G] weed.
I didn't give it much [C] thought.
One day I was out there talking to [Gm] my brother and [F] I reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [Am] and things got [G] blurry and then everything [C] was gone.
[Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew it beat [G] the hell out of sniffing [C] burly.
I come to him, [Am] my brother was there, and [G] he said,
What's wrong with [C] your eyes?
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on the weed.
[G] He said, Let me give it a [C] try.
I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my brother [C] Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [Bm] singing on [C] the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am] I had to fly up and get [G] him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
The very next day [Am] we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds and we put them in the sun to [C] dry.
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them off, [G] put them in the [C] corncob pile.
[G] [C] Smoking them wildwood flowers [Gm] got to be [F] a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was kind [Am] of handy.
[Bm]
[Em] Take a [G] trip and never leave the [C] farm.
Big old puff of that wildwood [F] weed, next thing you know you're just [G] wandering around behind the little [Cm] animals.
[C] [Cm] [G] [C] All good things [Am] got to come to an end.
[G] It's the same with the [C] wildwood weeds.
One day this [Am] fella from Washington come by [G] and spied on him and turned [C] white as a sheet.
He dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove away.
[Am] We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[E]
[C] [Am] [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you [G] hear?
[F] [G] [C]
[C] [F] [G] The name of this song [Am] is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new popularity.
[F]
[C] The song isn't any more [G] popular, but the flower's doing real good.
[Bm] [C] Wildwood flower [Am] grew wild [Em] on the farm [G] and we never know what [C] it was called.
Some said it was a [Am] flower and some said it was a [G] weed.
I didn't give it much [C] thought.
One day I was out there talking to [Gm] my brother and [F] I reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [Am] and things got [G] blurry and then everything [C] was gone.
[Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew it beat [G] the hell out of sniffing [C] burly.
I come to him, [Am] my brother was there, and [G] he said,
What's wrong with [C] your eyes?
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on the weed.
[G] He said, Let me give it a [C] try.
I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my brother [C] Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [Bm] singing on [C] the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am] I had to fly up and get [G] him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
The very next day [Am] we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds and we put them in the sun to [C] dry.
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them off, [G] put them in the [C] corncob pile.
[G] [C] Smoking them wildwood flowers [Gm] got to be [F] a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was kind [Am] of handy.
[Bm]
[Em] Take a [G] trip and never leave the [C] farm.
Big old puff of that wildwood [F] weed, next thing you know you're just [G] wandering around behind the little [Cm] animals.
[C] [Cm] [G] [C] All good things [Am] got to come to an end.
[G] It's the same with the [C] wildwood weeds.
One day this [Am] fella from Washington come by [G] and spied on him and turned [C] white as a sheet.
He dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove away.
[Am] We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[E]
[C] [Am] [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you [G] hear?
[F] [G] [C]
Key:
C
G
Am
F
Bm
C
G
Am
[E] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] [G] The name of this song [Am] is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new popularity.
[F] _
[C] The song isn't any more [G] popular, but the flower's doing real good. _
[Bm] _ [C] _ _ _ _ Wildwood flower [Am] grew wild [Em] on the farm [G] and we never know what [C] it was called. _ _
Some said it was a [Am] flower and some said it was a [G] weed.
I didn't give it much [C] thought.
_ _ _ One day I was out there talking to [Gm] my brother and [F] I reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [Am] and things got [G] blurry and then everything [C] was gone. _ _
_ _ [Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew it beat [G] the hell out of sniffing [C] burly.
_ _ _ I come to him, [Am] my brother was there, and [G] he said,
What's wrong with [C] your eyes? _ _
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on the weed.
[G] He said, Let me give it a [C] try.
_ _ I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my brother [C] Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [Bm] singing on [C] the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am] I had to fly up and get [G] him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
_ _ _ The very next day [Am] we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds and we put them in the sun to [C] dry.
_ _ Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them off, [G] put them in the [C] corncob pile.
_ _ [G] [C] Smoking them wildwood flowers [Gm] got to be [F] a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was kind [Am] of handy.
[Bm]
[Em] Take a [G] trip and never leave the [C] farm.
_ Big old puff of that wildwood [F] weed, next thing you know you're just [G] wandering around behind the little [Cm] animals. _
[C] _ [Cm] _ [G] [C] All good things [Am] got to come to an end.
[G] It's the same with the [C] wildwood weeds.
_ _ _ One day this [Am] fella from Washington come by [G] and spied on him and turned [C] white as a sheet. _
_ He dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove away.
[Am] _ We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[E] _
[C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you [G] hear?
[F] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] [G] The name of this song [Am] is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new popularity.
[F] _
[C] The song isn't any more [G] popular, but the flower's doing real good. _
[Bm] _ [C] _ _ _ _ Wildwood flower [Am] grew wild [Em] on the farm [G] and we never know what [C] it was called. _ _
Some said it was a [Am] flower and some said it was a [G] weed.
I didn't give it much [C] thought.
_ _ _ One day I was out there talking to [Gm] my brother and [F] I reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [Am] and things got [G] blurry and then everything [C] was gone. _ _
_ _ [Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew it beat [G] the hell out of sniffing [C] burly.
_ _ _ I come to him, [Am] my brother was there, and [G] he said,
What's wrong with [C] your eyes? _ _
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on the weed.
[G] He said, Let me give it a [C] try.
_ _ I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my brother [C] Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [Bm] singing on [C] the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am] I had to fly up and get [G] him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
_ _ _ The very next day [Am] we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds and we put them in the sun to [C] dry.
_ _ Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them off, [G] put them in the [C] corncob pile.
_ _ [G] [C] Smoking them wildwood flowers [Gm] got to be [F] a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was kind [Am] of handy.
[Bm]
[Em] Take a [G] trip and never leave the [C] farm.
_ Big old puff of that wildwood [F] weed, next thing you know you're just [G] wandering around behind the little [Cm] animals. _
[C] _ [Cm] _ [G] [C] All good things [Am] got to come to an end.
[G] It's the same with the [C] wildwood weeds.
_ _ _ One day this [Am] fella from Washington come by [G] and spied on him and turned [C] white as a sheet. _
_ He dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove away.
[Am] _ We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[E] _
[C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you [G] hear?
[F] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _