Wildwood Weed

[James Dobrovicz]

I don't know the lyrics, but "Wildwood Weed" was done by Jim Stafford in the
early/mid 1970s.

--James C. Dobrovicz

serge godin wrote in message
<01be904b$25bc58c0$0eba...@godinsj.nb.sympatico.ca>...
>Hi
>
>Can anynone post the lyrics to "Wildwood Weed", it's a parody of "Wildwood
>Flower". I don't know who sings the parody or the original.
>
>Thanks
>
>Serge Godin

[serge godin]

[Erin Wilson]

Here's what i transcribed from listenin' to the 45...

erin

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Jim Stafford
The Wildwood Weed
The name of this song is the Wild Wood Flower
Now, the Wildwood Flower's an old country classic
It's gained a whole new popularity
The song isn't any more popular, but the flower's doing reallll good
Well, the wildwood weed grew wild on the farm
And we didn't know what it was called
Some said it was a flower, some said it was a weed
I didn't give it much thought
One day I was out there talking with my brother
And I reached down for a weed to chew on
Well, things got fuzzy and things got blurry
Then everything was gone!
(I didn't know what happened, but I knew it beat the hello out of
sniffing burlap)
When I come to, my brother was there and he said "What's wrong with your eyes?"
I said "I don't know, I was chewing on a weed" He said "Let me give it a try"
I spent the rest of that day and most of that night tryin' to find my
brother, Bill
Caught up with him about three o'clock the next morning, naked, singing
on the windmill
(He said he flew up there, I had to fly up and get him down, he was
about half crazy)
Well, the very next day, we picked a bunch of them weeds and we put 'em
in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and cleaned them off, put 'em in a corncob pipe
Smokin' that wildwood weed got to be a habit, but we didn't see no harm
We thought it was kinda handy to take a trip and never leave the farm
Yeah, you start smokin' that wildwood weed and the next thing you know
You're just walking around behind the little animals
Well, all good things got to come to an end and it's the same with the
wildwood weed
One day this feller from Washington come by and spied 'em and turned
white as a sheet
And he dug and he burned and he burned and he dug 'til he killed all our
cute little weeds
Then he drove away, we just smiled and waved, sittin' on that sack of seeds.
Y'all come back now, ya hear?

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[serge godin]

Thank-you very much!!!

That's exacty what I wanted, thanks again!

Serge