30 day song challenge day 8 – final post

30 day song challenge

Whew! Thirty days of songs and lyric posting. I can’t remember the last time I actually stuck to a theme for this long. I’m hoping this is a trend! Today’s prompt: A song about drugs or alcohol. At first I was tempted to go with the old standard “Cocaine” or “Margaritaville” but I remembered this one and just had to share it. Enjoy

Wildwood Weed

This is the song of the Wildwood Flower
now the Wildwood Flower is an old country classic
that gained a whole new popularity
the song isn’t any more popular,
but the flower’s doin’ REAL good

The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
and we never knowd what it was called
some said it’s a flower, some said it’s a weed
I didn’t give it much thought

One day I was out there talking 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
(I didn’t know what happened but I knew
it beat the hell outta sniffin 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 “Lemme give it a try”

Spent the rest of that day and most of that night
trying to find my brother Bill
caught up with him ’bout 6 o’clock the next morning
naked, swinging on the windmill
(he said her flew up there, I had to fly up and
get him down, he’s about half crazy)

Well, the very next day we picked a bunch o’ them weeds
and we put ’em in the sun to dry
then we mashed ’em up and we clean ’em off
and put ’em in a corncob pipe

Smoking them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
and we never see’d no harm
we thought it was kind of handy
take a trip and never leave the farm
(take a big puff of that wildwood weed, next thing ya know
you’re just wandering around behind the little animals)

All good things got to come to an end
and it’s the same with the wildwood weed
one day this fella from Washington come by
and spied ’em and turned white as a sheet

and they dug and they burned and they burned and they dug
and they killed all our cute little weeds
then they drove away
We just smiled and waved, sittin’ there on that sack o’ seeds

Y’all come back now, ya hear.

~ all lyrics are the product of my memory. Any discrepancies or divergences from actual fact should not be viewed as errors but as all natural variations proving that I did, in fact, live through the 60’s.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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