WILDWOOD WEED
Words and music by Jim Stafford and Don Bowman
As recorded by Jim Stafford on "Jim Stafford" (1974)

Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flow'r 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 ev'rything 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 the weed"
He said, "Let me give it a try"
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Try'n to find my brother Bill
Caught up with him about six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, singin' on the windmill
(He said he flew up there)
I had to fly up there 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 kind-a handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm
Big ol' puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know
You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals.

All good things got to come to end
It's the same with the wildwood weeds
One day this feller from Washington come by
And spied one 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
And then they drove away, we just smiled and waved
Sittin' there on that sack o' seeds.

"Y'all come back now, y'hear!"