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!"