Wildflowers for Mama (feat. Meg McRee)

He was a high school boy green as the grass

not a lotta sense, not a lotta cash

She was a storybook girl with a honeysuckle laugh

From heaven on earth tennessee

He tried to woo her with tickets to a picture show

he asked 100 times but the answer no

 till he pulled over on the side of the road

 of a dead end street

 and he picked

Wildflowers for mama

Hoping to heaven to make her smile

He picked wildflowers for momma

And their love grew wild

Six months went by and they said I do

Called the Methodist preacher and they packed the pews

Went to hot springs for the honeymoon

high on marital bliss

one Monday night he made her mad

She burned the dinner and he spoke too fast

he tried roses and begonias and calla lillies

but none of them did the trick

 so he picked

Love can stay young but People get old

Before long he didn’t have her hand to hold

Every Sunday he sits by her stone

and catches her up on things

And he picks wildflowers for mama

Wildflowers for mama

Hoping to heaven to make her smile

He picked wildflowers for momma

and their love grew wild