Chords for Growing Trees

_ _ Children, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
gather round me, and my [Eb] story I will tell _ [Gm] you.
_ _ _ It was _ _ 1963, it was [Cm] summer, and the sky and I were blue. _ _ _
I went to the bar to [Eb] toast to my _ beloved. _
_ The barkeep took pity [Cm] and bought me [Eb] a bottle [Gm] of red.
I _ _ drank every drop, [Eb] then I stumbled into _ [Gm] the dark.
_ _ _ Last thing _ I recall _ [Cm] was watching [Eb] a falling [Gm] star.
_ _ Into sleep I fell, [Cm] and on [Eb] that star [Gm] I wished _ _
never to love another and [Eb] _
never more [Gm] to be kissed. _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
Now even the [Em] driest wine has never left me [Gm] completely free of sugars.
When the [Dm] final product leaves the factory, up to [Em] 200 grams per liter.
[Gm] See, and the sugars, you can't [Dm] even check them yet.
Ecology, glucose, [Em] fructose, xylose, and [Gm] arabinose
in my mouth [Dm] became a growing cellulose.
Between my teeth and [Am] in my throat and sprouting out [Gm] through my nose,
fruits hang old and flowers bloom, [Dm] and something wild grows.
_ [Gm] Oh, when I open [D] up my mouth, _ [Gm] the forest comes [D] pouring out.
_ [Gm] I prune and pluck the [Dm] flowers out, _ [Gm] and I give them to our children
so my love, it will [D] not knout.
_ I [Gm] vow to keep up the [Dm] drought of this poison that brought this [Dm] fate about.
_ [Gm] But when I recall my [D] love, I think, _ [Gm] pour me, pour me, pour me [Dm] another drink. _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
[Gm] And when I open up [Dm] my mouth, _ [Gm]
the forest comes pouring [Dm] out. _ _
[Gm] I prune and pluck the flowers out, _ and I give them to you children
so [N] my love, you will [Dm] not