INTRO: : D5 : G5 A5 : G5 D5 A5 D5 January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight G5 D5 A5 Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear G5 D5 A5 D5 We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something G5 D5 A5 He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears D5 G5 D5 Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm... G5 A5 D5 A5 20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me... G5 A5 D5 G5 A5 Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." G5 D5 A5 D5 He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky G5 D5 A5 The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands G5 D5 A5 D5 He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window G5 D5 A5 And his reflection flew across the moonlit land D5 G5 D5 And he dreamed he was back on the farm G5 A5 D5 A5 Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning G5 A5 D5 G5 A5 Wildflowers in a Mason Jar G5 D5 A5 D5 An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway G5 D5 A5 Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night G5 D5 A5 D5 I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me G5 D5 A5 I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes D5 G5 D5 And I dreamed I was with him on the farm G5 A5 D5 A5 "Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn... G5 A5 D5 G5 A5 Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... G5 A5 D5 G5 A5 Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... G5 A5 D5 G5 A5 Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." G5 A5 D5 And the bus rolled through the night...
