Wildwood Weed (Jim Stafford) w/ lyrics Chords

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