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Wildwood Flower Seeds PDF
Words & Music by Sherri Reese

My daddy played his old guitar as I listened at his knee
In those days the Wildwood Flower was planted in my memory
I didn't know it way back then but the roots were growing strong
I knew when I began to hear that sound in my favorite songs

All a wildwood flower needs is just a little seed
Planted in a patch of fertile ground - tended patiently
It took a long long while but now I know
Daddy planted a little seed hoping it would grow

My daddy played the radio while riding in the car
Mother Maybelle, Doc, and Merle were pickin' their guitars
Daddy just sat back - waiting for the roots to grow
Now, on my own guitar, I'm echoing the radio

Chorus

I remember those old songs my daddy played for me
With fingers pickin' on the strings - he planted a little seed
The roots are buried deep within - and they're still growing strong
And the Wildwood Flower is blooming on and on

Chorus

©2012 Sherri Reese Pressed For Time, BMI.
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Released on:
LaMay & Reese Rust on the Tracks (2013)
Red Birdie Music
and
LaMay & Reese with Paul Davis
"Live" at the 3rd Friday Folk Coffeehouse (2015)
Red Birdie Music

 


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