text: The name of this song is The Wildwood Flower
  Now The Wildwood Flower is an old country classic
  It gained a whole new popularity
  The song isnt any more popular
  But the flower is doin real good
  The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
  And we never knowed what it was called
  Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
  I didnt gave it much thought
  One day I was out there talking to my brother
  Reached down for a weed to chew on
  Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
  And then everything was gone
  I Didnt know what happened
  But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin burlap
  I come to and my brother was there
  And he said, Whats wrong with your eyes?
  I said, I dont know, I was chewing on a weed
  He said, Let me give it a try
  We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
  Trying to find my brother, Bill
  Caught up with him bout six oclock the next mornin
  Naked, swinging 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 put em in the sun to dry
  Then we mashed em up and we cleaned em all
  And put em in the corncob pipe
  Smokin them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
  We didnt see no harm
  We thought it was kind of handy
  Take a trip and never leave the farm
  A big ol puff on the wildwood weed
  Next thing you know
  Wes just wandering behind the little animals
  All good things gotta come to an end
  And its the same with the wildwood weed
  One day this feller from Washington come by
  And he spied us and he 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
  Then he drove away
  We just smiled and waved
  Sittin there on that sack of seeds
  Yall come back now, ya hear