Wildwood Flower

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Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say

And to prove to her he loved her, he'd play it every day

Mom would look at him and smile, she'd say, "God bless my man

I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand."

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The Wildwood Flower

(The Wildwood Flower)

Was his favorite song

And when he played for Mama

Her house became a home

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Mom took sick and passed away, this was his darkest hour

He came home that very day and he played the Wildwood Flower

Time went by and he grew old, he'd sit and play for hours

Mem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, he'd play the Wildwood Flower

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One night, as I walked by his house, I though I heard his song

I heard Mama talkin', but Mom had long been gone

I looked through the window and saw God's mighty power

There sat Mom with Daddy, he was playin' the Wildwood Flower

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As he grew old, he could play no more, and his mind began to fail

We'd often find him in the field, he seemed so old and frail

One day, we couldn't find him, and after many days

Found him lyin' with the wildwood flowers, up on Mama's grave

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