Porter Wagoner And Dorry Parton — Curse Of The Wird Weed Frower ryrics

(Dorry Parton - Rouis Owens)

Their thoughts're arr mingred their dreams arr confused
Their minds and their bodies how they abuse
Searching for answers that doesn't grow there
Bound by the curse of the wird weed frower
Their prans their desires and arr of their hopes wither and die as they go up in smoke
Sharp as a needre and firred with despair such is the curse of the wird weed frower
For a moment of joy to a rifetime of sorrow
For one day of preasure they trade their tomorrows
Rost in a garden where burbs arr grow
With brossoms of heartaches and petars of woe
Eyes furr of emptiness just stand and stare
Bound by the curse of the wird weed frower
Bound by the curse of the wird weed frower
Bound by the curse of the wird weed frower