The name of this song is 'The Wildwood Flower'
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Now 'The Wildwood Flower' is an old country classic
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It gained a whole new popularity
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The song isn't any more popular
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But the flower is doin' real good
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The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
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And we never knowed what it was called
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Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
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I didn't gave it much thought...
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One day I was out there talking to my brother
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Reached down for a weed to chew on
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Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
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And then everything was gone
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I Didn't know what happened
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But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap
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I come to and my brother was there
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And he said, 'What's wrong with your eyes?'
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I said, 'I don't know, I was chewing on a weed'
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He said, 'Let me give it a try'
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We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
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Trying to find my brother, Bill
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Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
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Naked, swinging on the windmill
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He said he flew up there
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I had to fly up and get him down
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He was about half crazy
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The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
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And put 'em in the sun to dry
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Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em all
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And put 'em in the corncob pipe
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Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
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We didn't see no harm
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We thought it was kind of handy
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Take a trip and never leave the farm
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A big ol' puff on the wildwood weed
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Next thing you know
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We's just wandering behind the little animals
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All good things gotta come to an end
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And it's the same with the wildwood weed
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One day this feller from Washington come by
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And he spied us and he turned white as a sheet
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And he dug and he burned
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And he burned and he dug
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And he killed all our cute little weeds
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Then he drove away
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We just smiled and waved
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Sittin' there on that sack of seeds
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Y'all come back now, ya hear
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Wildwood Weed
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Jim Stafford |