Them Texas 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 see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
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
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
I still hear her saying Gary, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower