The Wildwood Flower

Heads or Tails is a weekly meme hosted by Skittles at Heads or Tails.

Theme for Tuesday, June 10, 2008: Heads~Flower

Johnny Cash and his MIL Mother Maybelle Carter

The Wildwood Flower

Lyrics

Well those cotton fields were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of living
And when I hit sixteen
I had my size and I hit the road to freedom
And I’m glad I wasn’t there
To hear my momma cause you know she cried for hours
I still hear her saying to me
It’s your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower

Now Memphis was big
And it was hard to find a job and so I didn’t
And It was easier to go back to the country
And that was more like living
Now I’ve been down every road
And I’ve stood on every porch where they were giving
And if they had a dime or an hour
I’d try to pick The Wildwood Flower

Now it’s hard to turn around
And look back down that long road I just traveled
Cause like a neverending ball of twine
My dreams have come unravelled
Now as evening lays its shawl
Across the shoulders of my life I’d find
I couldn’t tie my life together
With guitar strings and a poet’s heart filled life

And I’m glad I wasn’t there
To hear my momma cause I know she cried for hours
I still hear her saying to me
It’s your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower