G   C   F   G   C


[Verse 1]
C                                                                   F
Those cotton  fields were hot and that tractor never was my kind of living
D                                                                  G
And when I hit sixteen, I had my size and I hit the road to freedom
                                      C                             F
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
  C                                     G                       C
I still hear her saying to me, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower


[Bridge]
C    G  C


[Verse 2]
                                                         F
Now Memphis was big and it was hard to find a job and so I didn't
       D                                                G
And It was easier to go back to the country  and it was more like living
                                  C                                         F
Now I've been down every road and I've stood on every porch where they were giving
            D                     G                     C
And if they had a dime or an hour, I would pick The Wildwood Flower


[Bridge]
C    G  C    D    A    D


[Verse 3]
                                                             G
It's hard to turn around and look back down the roads that I have travelled
E                                                           A
Cause like a neverending ball of twine, my dreams have come unravelled
                                    D                             G
And now as evening lays its shawl across the shoulders of my life I have defined
           D                             A                                 D
I couldn't tie my life together with the guitar strings and a poet's heart full of pride
    A                                 D                             G
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
        D                      A                                D
I still hear her saying to me, get your guitar and pick The Wildwood Flower