This is another song Dad asked me to learn for years. Like, RoseWood Casket, It makes no literal sense to me.

I have always really liked this song. It's a cool story and delightful music. Has that funny/sad combination. Resignation of the poor and downtrodden.

My dad asked me to record this song long before someone put it on line so I could learn it. I was so surprised: the story was so unlike what I was expecting. In fact the song doesn't make any sense to me even now.

Of course, this is an old song. My mom would always say, "Jimmy, play The Wild Wood Flower, like Dick Melton used to."

My dad asked me to record this song long before someone put it on line so I could learn it. I was so surprised: the story was so unlike what I was expecting. In fact the song doesn't make any sense to me even now.

Of course, this is an old song. My mom would always say, "Jimmy, play The Wild Wood Flower, like Dick Melton used to."

We were living out on the prairie between Mansfield and Lillian. This was our neighborhood. it was 1977. (c) 2000 Royal T Music

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Oh, no, can't be so. Ain't no light at the end of the row. © 2009 Royal T Music

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