Johnny Cash - Pick the wildwood flower

^CThose cotton fields were hot And that tractor never was my kind of ^Flivin' And ^D7when I hit sixteen, I had my size And I hit the road to ^Gfreedom And I'm ^Emglad I wasn't there to see my ^Cmama 'Cause she ^C7must have cried for ^Fhours I still ^Chear her saying to me Get your ^Gguitar and pick the wildwood ^Cflower

^CNow Memphis it was big, And it was hard to find a job, and so I ^Fdidn't and ^D7it was easier to go back to the country and it was more like ^Glivin' Now, I've ^Embeen down every road And I've ^Cstood on every p^C7orch where they were ^Fgivin' And if they ^Chad a dime, or an hour,^G I would pick the wildwood ^Cflower

^CIt's hard to turn around, And look back down the roads that I have ^Ftravelled 'Cause ^D7like a never-ending ball of twine My dreams have come un^Gravelled And now as ^Emevening lays it's shawl, Across the ^Cshoulders of my^C7 life, I ^Ffind I couldn't ^Ctie my life together With ^Gguitar strings and a poet's heart felt ^Cline

And I'm ^Emglad I wasn't there to see my ^Cmama 'Cause she ^C7must have cried for ^Fhours I still ^Chear her saying to me Get ^Gyour guitar and pick the wildwood ^Cflower