(Dolly Parton - Louis Owens)      Their thoughts're all mingled their dreams all confused   Their minds and their bodies how they abuse   Searching for answers that doesn't grow there   Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower.      Their plans their desires and all of their hopes   Wither and die as they go up in smoke   Sharp as a needle and filled with despair   Such is the curse of the wild weed flower.      From a moment of joy to a lifetime of sorrow   For one day of pleasure they trade their tomorrows   Lost in a garden where bulbs all grow   With blossoms of heartaches and petals of woe.      Eyes full of emptiness just stand and stare   Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower.      Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower.   Bound by the curse of the wild weed flower...