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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 never 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! 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 morning, Naked, swinging on the wind mill! He said he flew up there. I had to fly up there and bring 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 chopped em up, And put em in the corncob pipe. Smokin that wildwood flower 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! All good things gotta come to an end, And its the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away, We just smiled and waved ... Sittin there on that sack of seeds! Y'all come back now, hear?
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Country folks always knew how to have fun, (ie moonshine, wildwood weed, and good lookin' girls) it's city folks that mess things up for us.
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Awesome song. and obviously about weed
Discovery of Pot/Weed, its an oldie tho, from 70's i think. wash rong wi yourn eyes?
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"Wildwood Weed" is a 1974 hit song written by Don Bowman and recorded by Jim Stafford. It was the fourth of four U. S. Top 40 singles from his eponymous debut album. Musically, the song takes its inspiration from The Carter Family's instrumental recording "Wildwood Flower". The lyrics in the verses are spoken, rather than sung. The song is a story about farmers who take a sudden interest in a common wildflower on their farm, and soon discover and enjoy its hallucinogenic and mind-altering properties after one of them begins to chew on one. They begin to cultivate the plant in earnest, however, federal agents raid their property and destroy their crop. Nevertheless, the men are undeterred by the destruction of their plants as they have saved a supply of seeds which was overlooked by the agents. "Wildwood Weed" reached number seven on the U. S. Billboard Hot 100, number five on Cash Box and number three on the Canadian pop singles chart. It was a crossover hit onto the Adult Contemporary charts of both nations (reaching number two in Canada), as well as the U. S. Country chart. more »
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James Wayne "Jim" Stafford (born January 16, 1944, Eloise, Florida) is an American comedian, musician, and singer-songwriter. While prominent in the 1970s for his records "Spiders and Snakes", "Swamp Witch", and "My Girl Bill", Stafford has headlined at his own theater in Branson, Missouri since 1990. Stafford is self-taught on guitar, fiddle, piano, banjo, organ and harmonica. more »
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A Novelty Song from the 70s – Wildwood Weed
I usually don’t post novelty songs but I grew up with this one.
This song made me laugh as a kid. It’s about as corny as you can get but fun all the same. Jim Stafford had some novelty hits. His prime was 1973-1974. I had in my possession (from my sister) three of his hits. The Wildwood Weed, Swamp Witch, and his biggest hit “Spiders and Snakes.”
Jim has a sense of humor.
It didn’t take a genius to know what Wildwood Weed was about but the first time I heard it as an eight-year-old, an older neighbor had to tell me about it.
It made it to number 7 on the Billboard charts. It actually made it to #57 on the country charts which surprises me knowing how conservative country was at that time.
The song contains one of my favorite lines of all time. “ Take a trip never leave the farm .” It’s about a bunch of country guys living on a farm and discovering pot…
Wildwood Weed Jim Stafford
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 never 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! Didn’t 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, 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. We spent the rest of that day and most of that night, Trying to find my brother, Bill. Caught up with him, ’bout six o’clock the next morning, Naked, swinging on the wind mill! He said he flew up there. I had to fly up there and bring 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 chopped ’em up, And put ’em in the corncob pipe. Smokin’ that wildwood flower got to be a habit, We didn’t see no harm. We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm!
All good things gotta come to an end, And it’s the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away, We just smiled and waved ………. Sittin’ there on that sack of seeds!
Y’all come back now, hear?
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That’s a great one! Jim Stafford was so good at these.
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Spiders and Snakes I remember really wel
That one was huge, I think. My fave of his is Cow Patty.
I remember that one but it’s been a while
Do you remember Cow Patty?
Yes I do I liked it… haven’t heard it in a while though
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Jim Stafford – The Wildwood Flower lyrics
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 never 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! Didn't 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, 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. We spent the rest of that day and most of that night, Trying to find my brother, Bill. Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning, Naked, swinging on the wind mill! He said he flew up there. I had to fly up there and bring 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 chopped 'em up, And put 'em in the corncob pipe. Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit, We didn't see no harm. We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm!
All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away, We just smiled and waved .......... Sittin' there on that sack of seeds!
Y'all come back now, hear?
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This funny song was released by country comedian Jim Stafford in 1974. The song pokes fun at the classic country/bluegrass hit "Wildwood Flower" while tellin...
Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know. You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals. All good things gotta come to an end. And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One ...
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music GroupWildwood Weed · Jim StaffordJim Stafford℗ 1974 Mercury RecordsReleased on: 1974-01-01Producer: LoboProducer: Phil...
Take a trip and never leave the farm! (Big ol' puff of the Wildwood Weed, next thing you know, you're just wandering around behind the little animals.) All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weeds. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied 'em and turned white as a sheet. Well, they dug and ...
Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And its the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away,
Then we mashed 'em up and chopped 'em up, And put 'em in the corncob pipe. Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit, We didn't see no harm. We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed.
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 a weed. I never gave it much thought. One day I was out there talking to my brother. And I reached down for a weed to chew on. Things got fuzzy and things got blurry.
We never seen no harm We thought it was kind-a handy Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals All good things got to come to an end It's the same with the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington come by
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 never 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! Didn't know what happened ...
Take a trip and never leave the farm. A big ol' puff on the wildwood weed Next thing you know We's just wandering behind the little animals All good things gotta come to an end And it's 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 ...
We never seen no harm We thought it was kind-a handy Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals All good things got to come to an end It's the same with the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington come by
Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away,
Take a trip and never leave the farm! (Big ol' puff of the Wildwood Weed, next thing you know, you're just wandering around behind the little animals.) All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weeds. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied 'em and turned white as a sheet. Well, they dug and ...
We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds.
We never seen no harm We thought it was kind-a handy Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals All good things got to come to an end It's the same with the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington come by
VERSE 1 C Am Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm. G C And we never knowed what it was called C Am Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed G C I didn't give it much thought C C7 One day I was out there talkin' to my brother F C And I reached down for a weed to chew on C Am Things got fuzzy and things got blurry G C And then ev ...
Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals All good things got to come to an end It's the same with the wildwood weeds One day this feller from Washington come by
When King relocated the story to a more familiar place—Boston— Cell took off for him. Books possess the power to allow readers to—in the words of Jim Stafford—take a trip and never leave the farm. The setting can be as crucial to the story as the characters. Sometimes the locale is exotic—a Greek island or Jerusalem, as in Graham ...
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Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied it and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds. Then they drove away,
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We thought it was kind of handy, Take a trip and never leave the farm! All good things gotta come to an end, And it's the same with the wildwood weed. One day this feller from Washington came by, And he spied and turned white as a sheet. Then they dug and they burned, And they burned and they dug, And they killed all our cute little weeds.
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