Wildwood Weed

The name of this song is the Wildwood Flower Now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic It's gained a whole new popularity The song isn't any more popular But the flower's doin' real good The wildwood flower grew out on the farm And we never knowed what it was called Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed I didn't give it much thought One day I was out there talkin' to my brother And I 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 sniffing 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 chewin' on a weed" He said, "Let me give it a try" We spent the rest of that day and most of that night Tryin' to find my brother Bill Caught up with him about six o'clock the next mornin' Naked, singing on the windmill He said he flew up there I had to fly up and get him down He was about half crazy The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds And we put 'em in the sun to dry Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em off Put 'em in the corn cob pipe Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit We never seen no harm We thought it was kinda handy Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed And the next thing you know You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals All good things got to come to an end It's the same with the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington come by And spied 'em and turned white as a sheet And he dug and he burned And he burned and he dug And he killed all our cute little weeds And then he drove away We just smiled and waved Sittin' there on that sack o' seeds "Y'all come back now, y'hear!"