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Introducción:
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Them Texas fields were hot and that tractor never was my kind of living
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And when I hit sixteen, I had my size and I hit the road to freedom
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And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
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I still hear her saying Gary, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower
Now Dallas it was big and hard to find a job and so I didn't
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And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
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I still hear her saying Gary, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower