Album: Jim Stafford

The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm,
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed,
I never gave it much thought
One day I was out there talking to my brother,
Reached down for a weed to chew on,
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry,
And then everything was gone!
Didn't know what happened,
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap

I come to and my brother was there,
And he said, What's wrong with your eyes?
I said, I don't know, I was chewing on a weed
He said, Let me give it a try
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night,
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning,
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up there and bring him down,
He was about half crazy

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds,
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and chopped 'em up,
And put 'em in the corncob pipe
Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit,
We didn't see no harm
We thought it was kind of handy,
Take a trip and never leave the farm!

All good things gotta come to an end,
And it's the same with the wildwood weed
One day this feller from Washington came by,
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet
Then they dug and they burned,
And they burned and they dug,
And they killed all our cute little weeds
Then they drove away,
We just smiled and waved
Sittin' there on that sack of seeds!

Y'all come back now, hear?

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