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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 never 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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Didnt 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, Whats wrong with your eyes? |
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I said, I dont 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 oclock the next morning, |
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Naked, swinging on the wind mill! |
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He said he flew up there. |
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I had to fly up there and bring 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 chopped em up, |
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And put em in the corncob pipe. |
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Smokin that wildwood flower got to be a habit, |
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We didnt 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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All good things gotta come to an end, |
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And its the same with the wildwood weed. |
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One day this feller from Washington came by, |
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And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. |
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Then they dug and they burned, |
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And they burned and they dug, |
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And they killed all our cute little weeds. |
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Then they 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, hear? |
