Wildwood Weed Chords by Jim Stafford
Tempo:
90.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Am] [G] [C]
The name of this song is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now, the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new [G] popularity.
The song isn't any more [C] popular, but the flower's [E] doing real good.
[G] [C] [A] [C] The Wildwood Flower grew wild on the farm, [G] and we never know what it [C] was called.
Some said it was a flower, [Am] and some said it was a weed.
[G] I didn't give it much [C] thought.
One day I was out there talking to my brother, [F] and I reached down for a weed [C] to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [A] and things got blurry, [G] and then everything [C] was gone.
[Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the hell out of [C] Sniffin' Burley.
I come to [Am] him, my brother was there, and [G] he said, What's wrong with [C] your eyes?
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on a weed.
[G] He said, Let me give [C] it a try.
I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [C] singing on the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am]
I had to fly up [G] and get him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
The very next [Am] day, we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds, and we put them in the [C] sun to dry.
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them [G] all, put them in the [C] corncob pile.
Smoking them wildwood flowers got to [F] be a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was [Am] kind of handy.
[G] Take a trip, never [C] leave the farm.
Big [G] old puff of that wildwood [Am] weed, next thing you know, [G] you're just wandering around behind [Cm] the little animals.
[C]
All good [Am] things got to come to an end.
It's the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
One day, this [Am] fella from Washington [G] come by and spied on him, [C] turned white as a sheet.
Then he dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove [Am] away.
We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[G] Y'all come [C] back now, you hear?
[F] [C]
The name of this song is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now, the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new [G] popularity.
The song isn't any more [C] popular, but the flower's [E] doing real good.
[G] [C] [A] [C] The Wildwood Flower grew wild on the farm, [G] and we never know what it [C] was called.
Some said it was a flower, [Am] and some said it was a weed.
[G] I didn't give it much [C] thought.
One day I was out there talking to my brother, [F] and I reached down for a weed [C] to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [A] and things got blurry, [G] and then everything [C] was gone.
[Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the hell out of [C] Sniffin' Burley.
I come to [Am] him, my brother was there, and [G] he said, What's wrong with [C] your eyes?
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on a weed.
[G] He said, Let me give [C] it a try.
I spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [C] singing on the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am]
I had to fly up [G] and get him down.
He's about [C] half crazy.
The very next [Am] day, we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds, and we put them in the [C] sun to dry.
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them [G] all, put them in the [C] corncob pile.
Smoking them wildwood flowers got to [F] be a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was [Am] kind of handy.
[G] Take a trip, never [C] leave the farm.
Big [G] old puff of that wildwood [Am] weed, next thing you know, [G] you're just wandering around behind [Cm] the little animals.
[C]
All good [Am] things got to come to an end.
It's the same with the [C] wildwood weed.
One day, this [Am] fella from Washington [G] come by and spied on him, [C] turned white as a sheet.
Then he dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove [Am] away.
We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[G] Y'all come [C] back now, you hear?
[F] [C]
Key:
C
G
Am
F
A
C
G
Am
_ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ The name of this song is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now, the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new [G] popularity.
The song isn't any more [C] popular, but the flower's [E] doing real good.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ [C] The Wildwood Flower grew wild on the farm, [G] and we never know what it [C] was called. _ _
Some said it was a flower, [Am] and some said it was a weed.
[G] I didn't give it much [C] thought.
_ _ One day I was out there talking to my brother, [F] and I reached down for a weed [C] to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [A] and things got blurry, [G] and then everything [C] was gone.
_ _ _ _ [Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the hell out of [C] Sniffin' Burley. _ _ _
I come to [Am] him, my brother was there, and [G] he said, What's wrong with [C] your eyes? _ _
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on a weed.
[G] He said, Let me give [C] it a try.
I _ spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
_ Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [C] singing on the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am]
I had to fly up [G] and get him down.
He's about [C] half crazy. _ _
The very next [Am] day, we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds, and we put them in the [C] sun to dry. _
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them [G] all, put them in the [C] corncob pile.
_ _ Smoking them wildwood flowers got to [F] be a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was [Am] kind of handy.
[G] Take a trip, never [C] leave the farm.
Big [G] old puff of that wildwood [Am] weed, next thing you know, [G] you're just wandering around behind [Cm] the little animals.
[C] _ _
All good [Am] things got to come to an end.
It's the same with the [C] wildwood weed. _
_ One day, this [Am] fella from Washington [G] come by and spied on him, [C] turned white as a sheet.
Then he dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove [Am] away.
We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds. _ _
_ _ _ [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you hear?
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The name of this song is the Wildwood [G] Flower.
[C] Now, the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic.
It's gained a whole new [G] popularity.
The song isn't any more [C] popular, but the flower's [E] doing real good.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ [C] The Wildwood Flower grew wild on the farm, [G] and we never know what it [C] was called. _ _
Some said it was a flower, [Am] and some said it was a weed.
[G] I didn't give it much [C] thought.
_ _ One day I was out there talking to my brother, [F] and I reached down for a weed [C] to chew on.
Things got fuzzy [A] and things got blurry, [G] and then everything [C] was gone.
_ _ _ _ [Am] I didn't know what happened, but I knew [G] it beat the hell out of [C] Sniffin' Burley. _ _ _
I come to [Am] him, my brother was there, and [G] he said, What's wrong with [C] your eyes? _ _
I said, I don't know.
[Am] I was chewing on a weed.
[G] He said, Let me give [C] it a try.
I _ spent the rest of that day and most of that night [F] trying to find my [C] brother Bill.
_ Caught up with him [Am] about six o'clock the next [G] morning, naked, [C] singing on the windmill.
He said he flew up there.
[Am]
I had to fly up [G] and get him down.
He's about [C] half crazy. _ _
The very next [Am] day, we picked a bunch of them [G] weeds, and we put them in the [C] sun to dry. _
Then we mashed them [Am] up and cleaned them [G] all, put them in the [C] corncob pile.
_ _ Smoking them wildwood flowers got to [F] be a habit.
We never [C] seen no harm.
We thought it was [Am] kind of handy.
[G] Take a trip, never [C] leave the farm.
Big [G] old puff of that wildwood [Am] weed, next thing you know, [G] you're just wandering around behind [Cm] the little animals.
[C] _ _
All good [Am] things got to come to an end.
It's the same with the [C] wildwood weed. _
_ One day, this [Am] fella from Washington [G] come by and spied on him, [C] turned white as a sheet.
Then he dug and he burned and he burned and he [F] dug and he killed all our cute little [C] weeds.
Then he drove [Am] away.
We just smiled and waved, sitting there on that sack of seeds. _ _
_ _ _ [G] Y'all come [C] back now, you hear?
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _