Chords for Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway w/ Jerry Douglas - Crooked Tree - DelFest - Cumberland, MD - 5/29/22

Here's an intro that we actually recorded _ for the record.
Well, Jerry was just kind of [Db] playing around
playing his amazing [B] iconic licks and we were still rolling.
We weren't doing a take, but
it was so beautiful that we added it to the beginning of the song, but then we cut it [Abm] off.
So
_ you can't actually hear it on the record, but you hear [G] one of the versions of what we were
cutting around the floor.
That's me.
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_ _ _ _ Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight.
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Crimson bark and emerald needles
growing day by day.
And though [B] they look so different, they enjoyed the rain, same side by side.
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_ _ Chickadee, it's all the mother darkness on the land.
[Abm] Spinning blades that came to visit,
carried by a man.
[E] And every other tree would see them cut down [Gb] where they stand [B] by and by. _
_ _ Oh, [Abm] can't you see a crooked [E] _ tree?
[B] Won't fit into the mill [Gb] machine.
_ I'd love [Abm] to grow _ wild and [E] free.
Oh, I'd [B] rather be a crooked tree.
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_ _ _ _ The perfect trees are driven down the mountain to the mill.
[Abm] Turn them into toothpicks and a twenty dollar bill.
[B] Seem the more the people took, [Db] the more they needed still [B] in the end.
_ _ [Gb] _ _ [B] The crooked trees were left there after all the work was [Abm] done.
Now they go for weeks,
never witness anyone.
[E] No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong, [B] but whispering when.
_ _ _ Oh, [Abm] can't you see a [E] crooked tree?
Won't fit [B] into the mill [Gb] machine.
I'd love to [Abm] grow wild and free.
[B] Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ People say I'm different, my way of life seems [Abm] strange.
I took the road less traveled, twists and turns along the way.
[E] But like the crooked tree, I'm
growing stronger day by [B] day as the clouds roll by.
_ _ _ _ A river never wonders what [Gb] flows around the bend.
[Abm] A mountain doesn't question how it grows up from the land.
So who [E] am I to wish I [B] wasn't just the way I am?
[B] Who am I?
[Gb] Oh, can't you [Abm] see a crooked [B] tree?
Won't fit into the mill [Gb] machine.
_ I'd love to [Abm] grow wild [E] and free.
Oh, [B] I'd rather be [Abm] a crooked tree.
A crooked [E] tree [B] _ won't fit into the mill [Gb] machine.
I'd love [Abm] to grow wild and [B] free.
_ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree.
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