Merle Haggard The Man Who Picked The Wildwood Flower Lyrics

I only saw five people when they buried Jack Dupree
Two diggers and the preacher the funeral man and me
The pray was said and the hole was filled in less than
half an hour
And I said goodbye to the little man who picked the
wildwood flower

For twenty years I'd seen him on the lower Nashville
streets
They said he always earned enough to buy his clothes
and eats
He'd stop awhile and check his watch with the big clock
on the tower
That's when I asked him once if he could pick the
wildwood flower

He always drew a crowd because he put on such a show
He'd dance and sing and play and smile just like a
polished pro And everytime he saw me standin' in the crowd
I knew the tune that he'd play next would be the
wildwood flower

I told him once that he could be what people call a
star
And he said why boy I'm happy how many of them folks
are
I'd hate to have to force a smile and feel myself turn
sour
There ain't no put on in my face when I pick the
wildwood flower

Then I saw a thousand people as they begin to come
Business men and opry stars party girls and bums
And on that little mound of clay bouquets begin to
shower
As they paid respect to the little man who picked the
wildwood flower