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Pick The Wild Wood Flower
Brahma 102
 
    
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Pick The Wild Wood Flower
 
ID: 11228
   Instrumental  

LabelBrahma
WEB SITE www.squaredancemusic.com
Label information
Grid list of Brahma recordings
Number102
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
James Maxey (picture)     recordings by James Maxey

James Maxey

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Old Call(s)
Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
*Them Texas fields were hot
That tractor never was my kind of living

Men star right two times
**So when I turned 16
I had the size so I hit the road to freedom

Left allemande and weave
***And I'm so glad I wasn't there to to see my mama
She must have cried for hours

Dosado and promenade
****I still hear her saying
Gary get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower


ALTERNATE LYRICS

*Now Dallas it was big
It was hard to find a job and so I didn't


**It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston
And that was more like living


***I've been down every road
And stood on every porch where they were giving


***And if they had an hour or a dime
I would pick the wildwood flower


FIGURE    C4, corner progression

Heads (Sides) you square thru
4 hands around you do
When you're through dosado the outside two and then
Swing thru two by two boys run right
Do a ferris wheel and then those centers curlique
Left allemande that corner, dosado your own
Go back swing the corner and promenade
I can still hear her saying
Gary, get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower

 
Lyrics

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Pick The Wildwood Flower Lyrics ID: 1414

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
It was easier to hitch a ride to Houston
And it was more like living
Now I've been down every road
And I've stood on every porch where they were giving
And if they had an hour or a dime
I would pick The Wildwood Flower

It's hard to turn around
And look back down the roads that I have travelled
Cause like a never ending ball of twine
My dreams have come unravelled
And now as evening lays its shawl
Across the shoulders of my life I have defined
I couldn't tie my life together
With the guitar strings and a poet's heart full of pride

And I'm so 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

Lyrics by Joe Allen.
Recorded by Gene Watson.
 

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