Wildwood Blues lyrics

Got them old, Wildwood blues Got them old, Wildwood blues Wildwood town, some bad news Got them old, Wildwood blues Drinking beer by the sea Giant baseball park by the sea Looking like 1953 Vegetable soup by the sea Look, Harvey, a crab! Got into town on the 445 I could hardly wait to arrive Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks I try to make it out on the 446 Luxurious accommodations, room and board But I take no anger until I fall on the floor Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed The local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now