Chords for The Soldier and The Oak - Elliott Park [Lyrics]

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_ _ _ _ This is a story [Em] that began long long ago
[Am] I was a young oak [F] tree in dark Missouri soil
And like all other [C] saplings I had dreams of growing [G] strong and tall
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[C] But one day a rebel [Em] with a bullet in his chest
[Am] _ Hung his rifle on [F] my limbs and laid to rest
There beside me [C] as blood soaked to my roots the [G] soldiers sang a song of grace
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_ _ _ _ The heavy rifle bowed [Em] me over to the ground _
[Am] Two years I stayed this way [F] until the rifle fell
_ And in this manner for [C] a hundred years I grew
And all [G] my dreams not meant to be _ _
[C] And then one day two men [Em] came with a cross cut saw
_ [Am] They spoke of how my arch [F] would hold a weight so strong
That I feared not the blade [C] for such a worthy cause
So I [G] fell, _ I gladly fell
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] Three _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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winter days [G] the border north bound the train
[F] Three more beneath the [G] hewer's careful blade
_ [F] And while he worked he [G] praised my rich red grain
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Perhaps it was [G] the soldier's blood that day
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I'm the wooden [Em] arch that holds a mighty bell
[Am] Three stalks before me [F] cracked but I shall never fell
_ Up in a tall [C] cathedral high above my dreams of long [G] ago
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[C] And on Sunday mornings when I [Em] hear that sweet refrain
[Am] I see the soldier's [F] face like it was yesterday
_ Calling angels down from [C] heaven with that hymn he softly [G] sang
Of _ _ _ God's [C] good grace _
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