CAPO 5th
INSTRUMENTAL INTRO
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Well Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say,
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And to prove to her he loved her, he'd play it every day.
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Mom would look at him and smile, she'd say, "God bless my man,
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I don't regret one single day that I gave him my hand.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

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Mom took sick and passed away, this was his darkest hour.
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He came home that very day and he played the Wildwood Flower.
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Time went by and he grew old, he'd sit and play for hours,
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Mem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, he'd play the Wildwood Flower.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

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One night, as I walked by his house, I thought I heard his song.
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I heard Mama talkin', but Mom had long been gone.
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I looked through the window and saw God's mighty power. 
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There sat Mom with Daddy, he was playin' the Wildwood Flower.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
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As he grew old, he could play no more, and his mind began to fail.
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We'd often find him in the field, he seemed so old and frail.
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One day, we couldn't find him , and after many days,
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Found him lyin' with the wildwood flowers, up on Mama's grave.


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The Wildwood Flower  Was his favorite song,
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And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.

I usually repeat the chorus 3-4 times here at the end.

INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO