Представляем точный текст композиции "Wildwood Weed" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jim Stafford . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wildwood Weed» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jim Stafford передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jim Stafford - "Wildwood Weed"
Lyrics to 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 isnt 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 didnt 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 Didnt 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, Whats wrong with your eyes' I said, I dont 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 oclock 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 didnt 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 wes just wandering behind the little animals All good things gotta come to an end And its 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 Yall come back now, ya hear' [ Wildwood Weed Lyrics ]
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