Crooked Tree

Molly Tuttle Golden Highway

Key of G · Chords: I IV V vi

Verse 7

Worked out on request for rkl3

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.

Chorus

              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

G G Em Em
C C G G

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 seemed the more the 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.

Chorus

              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

G G Em Em
C C G G

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 a bend.
  Em                               Em
A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land.
   C                         C
So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am,
       G
who am I.

End-Chorus

              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

G G Em Em
C C G G

Outro 2

(Fading Out)
G