Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wildwood Weed, artist - Phish. Album song Vegas '96, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 19.11.2007
Record label: Who Is She
Song language: English
Wildwood Weed |
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 isn’t 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 didn’t 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 Didn’t 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, 'What's wrong with your eyes?' |
I said, 'I don’t 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 o’clock 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 didn’t 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 |
We’s just wandering behind the little animals |
All good things gotta come to an end |
And it’s 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 |
Y’all come back now, ya hear |