He wore overalls, Boot Hill topsoil on his collar
So I never took my grandpa for a poet or a scholar
But he planted seeds of wisdom in every row that he walked through
Boy, I can’t believe what this world’s comin’ to
The world turned slower then, but the one we’re livin’ in
Is a long way from Wildwood Flower
A simple country life, he raised me from a baby
He always spoke in black and white, not much room for maybe
His handshake was a promise that he never failed to keep
And I guarantee my grandpa never lost a minute’s sleep
The old way showed you how, but the way we’re livin’ now
Is a long way from Wildwood Flower
Sometimes I hear a line that takes me back in time
Somewhere in my mind I’ve always been
But it’s not that far, I take his old guitar
And play the melody once again
Now that old cotton row is a muddy four-lane highway
There wouldn’t be much progress if I had it my way
This old world keeps movin’ like the reckless midnight train
And underneath the rumble, I still hear him say
“Just because it’s movin’ fast doesn’t mean it’s gonna last;
It’s a long way from Wildwood Flower.”
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Sideline Lyrics – Long Way from the Wildwood Flower