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
| 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 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
| 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 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
| G       | G       | Em       | Em       |
| C       | C       | G       | G       |

Outro 2 (Fading Out)
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