This was requested in the newsletter. Jim Stafford's Wildwood Weed
WILDWOOD WEED
[C]THE WILDWOOD FLOWER GREW [Am]WILD ON THE FARM AND WE [G]NEVER KNOWED WHAT
IT WAS [G]CALLED, SOME SAID IT WAS FLOWER, [Am]SOME SAID IT WAS A WEED, [G]I
DIDN'T GIVE IT MUCH [C]THOUGHT.
[C]ONE DAY I WAS OUT THERE [C7]TALKING TO MY BROTHER, AND I [F]REACHED DOWN
FOR A WEED TO CHEW [C]ON, AND THINGS GOT FUZZY AND [Am]THINGS GOT BLURRY,
AND [G]THEN EVERYTHING WAS [C]GONE, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT [Am]HAPPENED, BUT
I KNEW IT BEAT THE [G]HELL OUT OF SNIFFIN' [C]BURLAP.
[C]I CAME TO AND MY [Am]BROTHER WAS THERE AND HE SAID BOY [G]WHAT'S WRONG
WITH YOUR [C]EYES, I SAID I DON'T KNOW I WAS [Am]CHEWING ON A WEED, HE SAID
[G]LET ME GIVE IT A [C]TRY
[C]WE SPENT THE REST OF THAT DAY AND [C7]MOST OF THAT NIGHT TRYING TO
[F]FIND MY BROTHER [C]BILL, CAUGHT UP WITH HIM ABOUT [Am]SIX O'CLOCK THE
NEXT MORNING, [G]NAKED SITTING ON THE [C]WINDMILL, SAID HE FLEW UP THERE,
[Am]I HAD TO CLIMB UP AND GET HIM DOWN, [G]HE WAS ABOUT HALF [C]CRAZY.
[C]THE VERY NEXT DAY WE PICKED A [Am]BUNCH OF THEM WEEDS AND [G]PUT EM IN
THE [C]SUN TO DRY, THEN WE MASHED 'EM UP AND [Am]CLEANED 'EM UP, AND PUT 'EM
IN A CORNCOB [C]PIPE.
[C]SMOKING THEN WILDWOOD [C7]FLOWERS GOT TO BE A HABIT AND [F]WE NEVER SEEN
NO [C]HARM, WE THOUGHT IT WAS KIND OF [Am]HANDY, TAKE A [G]TRIP AND NEVER
LEAVE THE [C]FARM, A BIG OLD PUFF OF THAT WILDWOOD WEED, [Am]NEXT THING YOU
KNOW YOU'RE WANDERIN [G]AROUND BEHIND THE LITTLE [C]ANIMALS
[C]ALL GOOD THINGS GOT TO [Am]COME TO AN END, IT'S THE [G]SAME WITH OUR
WILDWOOD [C]WEEDS, ONE DAY THIS FELLER FROM [Am]WASHINGTON CAME BY AND
[G]SPIED EM, AND TURNED WHITE AS A [C]SHEET.
[C]WELL THEY DUG AND BURNED AND THEY [C7]BURNED AND DUG AND THEY KILLED ALL
OF [F]OUR CUTE LITTLE [C]WEEDS, THEN THEY DROVE AWAY, [Am]WE JUST SMILED AND
WAVED, [G]SITTIN THERE ON THAT SACK OF [C]SEEDS.
[G]Y'ALL COME HACK NOW YA [C]HEAR!
WILDWOOD WEED
[C]THE WILDWOOD FLOWER GREW [Am]WILD ON THE FARM AND WE [G]NEVER KNOWED WHAT
IT WAS [G]CALLED, SOME SAID IT WAS FLOWER, [Am]SOME SAID IT WAS A WEED, [G]I
DIDN'T GIVE IT MUCH [C]THOUGHT.
[C]ONE DAY I WAS OUT THERE [C7]TALKING TO MY BROTHER, AND I [F]REACHED DOWN
FOR A WEED TO CHEW [C]ON, AND THINGS GOT FUZZY AND [Am]THINGS GOT BLURRY,
AND [G]THEN EVERYTHING WAS [C]GONE, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT [Am]HAPPENED, BUT
I KNEW IT BEAT THE [G]HELL OUT OF SNIFFIN' [C]BURLAP.
[C]I CAME TO AND MY [Am]BROTHER WAS THERE AND HE SAID BOY [G]WHAT'S WRONG
WITH YOUR [C]EYES, I SAID I DON'T KNOW I WAS [Am]CHEWING ON A WEED, HE SAID
[G]LET ME GIVE IT A [C]TRY
[C]WE SPENT THE REST OF THAT DAY AND [C7]MOST OF THAT NIGHT TRYING TO
[F]FIND MY BROTHER [C]BILL, CAUGHT UP WITH HIM ABOUT [Am]SIX O'CLOCK THE
NEXT MORNING, [G]NAKED SITTING ON THE [C]WINDMILL, SAID HE FLEW UP THERE,
[Am]I HAD TO CLIMB UP AND GET HIM DOWN, [G]HE WAS ABOUT HALF [C]CRAZY.
[C]THE VERY NEXT DAY WE PICKED A [Am]BUNCH OF THEM WEEDS AND [G]PUT EM IN
THE [C]SUN TO DRY, THEN WE MASHED 'EM UP AND [Am]CLEANED 'EM UP, AND PUT 'EM
IN A CORNCOB [C]PIPE.
[C]SMOKING THEN WILDWOOD [C7]FLOWERS GOT TO BE A HABIT AND [F]WE NEVER SEEN
NO [C]HARM, WE THOUGHT IT WAS KIND OF [Am]HANDY, TAKE A [G]TRIP AND NEVER
LEAVE THE [C]FARM, A BIG OLD PUFF OF THAT WILDWOOD WEED, [Am]NEXT THING YOU
KNOW YOU'RE WANDERIN [G]AROUND BEHIND THE LITTLE [C]ANIMALS
[C]ALL GOOD THINGS GOT TO [Am]COME TO AN END, IT'S THE [G]SAME WITH OUR
WILDWOOD [C]WEEDS, ONE DAY THIS FELLER FROM [Am]WASHINGTON CAME BY AND
[G]SPIED EM, AND TURNED WHITE AS A [C]SHEET.
[C]WELL THEY DUG AND BURNED AND THEY [C7]BURNED AND DUG AND THEY KILLED ALL
OF [F]OUR CUTE LITTLE [C]WEEDS, THEN THEY DROVE AWAY, [Am]WE JUST SMILED AND
WAVED, [G]SITTIN THERE ON THAT SACK OF [C]SEEDS.
[G]Y'ALL COME HACK NOW YA [C]HEAR!
