Crooked Tree chords by Molly Tuttle

• Difficulty: Beginner

Intro | G | G   |



Verse 1:G                                G
Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight.
Em                                Em
Crimson bark and emerald needles, growing day by day.
    C                                       C
And though they looked so different, they enjoyed the rain the same
G             G
side by   side.

Verse 2:G                            G
Chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land.
Em                                  Em
Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man.
    C                               C
And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand
G              G
by   and by.

              Em             C          G                   D
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine.
                Em             C               G           D*      G
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh
I'd rather be a crooked tree.

Break
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 Verse 3:   G                                  G
The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill.
     Em                              Em
They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills.
   C                                   C
It seem the more that people took, the more they needed still
G              G
in   the end.

 Verse 4:   G                                    G
The crooked trees were left there, after all the work was done.
Em                              Em
Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone.
C                                    C
No one left to tell them, if they're growing right or wrong
G              G
but the whispering wind.

              Em             C          G                   D
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine.
                Em             C               G           D*      G
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh
I'd rather be a crooked tree.

Break
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Verse 5:G                                G
People say I'm different, and my way of life seems strange.
  Em                                       Em
I took the road less travelled, twists and turns along the way.
    C                                  C
But like the crooked tree
I'm growing stronger day by day
              G              G
as the clouds roll by.
Verse 6:
  G                           G
A river never wonders, why it flows around the bend.
  Em                                 Em
A mountain doesn't questions, how it grows up from the land.
    C                         C
So, who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am
G
who am I.

              Em             C          G                   D
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine.
                Em             C               G           D*      Em
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh
I'd rather be a crooked tree.

Outro
  C                  G                   D
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine.
                Em             C               G           D*      G
They're left to grow, wild and   free. Oh
I'd rather be a crooked tree.
    G           D*     (G)
I'd rather be a crooked tree

Outro 1
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Outro 2 (Fading Out)
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