INTRO: | D | G A | G D A D January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight G D A Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear G D A D We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something G D A He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears D G D Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm... G A D A 20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me... G A D G A Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." G D A D He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky G D A The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands G D A D He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window G D A And his reflection flew across the moonlit land D G D And he dreamed he was back on the farm G A D A Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning G A D G A Wildflowers in a Mason Jar G D A D An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway G D A Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night G D A D I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me G D A I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes D G D And I dreamed I was with him on the farm G A D A "Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn... G A D G A Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... G A D G A Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... G A D G A Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." G A D And the bus rolled through the night...