| In my Grandma’s house her children would sing
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| Guitars a twangin' and their laughter would ring
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| I was little but I was the biggest kid
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| I wanted to do what the grown-ups did
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| In a big shiny car we’d head down the road
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| To sing for the miners who brought out the coal
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| Many a time I slept on the floorboard cold
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| On a quilt with my little sister
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| The Wildwood Rose
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| And if I could change a thing in this world
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| I’d go back to the days
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| When Grandma and her girls
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| Were singing sweet and low
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| We’d be way down the road by the break of dawn
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| Biscuits and gravy and a truck stop song
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| In a world all my own I saw what I saw
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| And in the rear view mirror I’d get a wink from my Grandma
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| And if I could change a thing in this world
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| I’d go back to the days
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| When Grandma and her girls
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| Were singing sweet and low
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| A lee a o a lee a o o lay dee who
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| A lee o lay dee
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| Oh I’ll always remember the day that she died
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| My daddy he called me and he started to cry
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| I rode on an airplane with all of my pain
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| My tears would not stop
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| We stood in a circle and sang
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| And if I could change a thing in this world
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| I’d go back to the days
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| When Grandma and her girls
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| Were singing sweet and low
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| For me and the Wildwood Rose
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| A lee a o
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| A lee a o lay dee who |