I got no cash but I’ve got the time
to pack the axe in that truck of mine
drive it slow down the coast
follow the road that leads to Johanna

where the wild flowers grow
where there is no-one to stop them growing strong

I’ll fill that old farmhouse with old fashioned themes
lost hopes and broken dreams
I’ll play away till my fingers bleed
and believe again in the best of me

where the wild flowers grow
where there is no one to stop them growing strong

oh I’ll stay up late, I’ll crash and I’ll twang
I’ll hit the pots and bang the pans
cook up a feast and a matching song
rock by the fire till the embers are long gone

where the wild flowers grow
where there is no-one to stop them growing strong
where the wild flowers grow
where there is no-one to stop them growing strong