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Crooked Tree
Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway
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Two trees in the forest, one was crooked one was straight Crimson bark and emerald needles, growing day by day And though they looked so different They enjoyed the rain the same,side by side Chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man And every other tree would see them cut down Where they stand,By and by Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow, wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ... The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills It seem the more that people took The more they needed still,in the end The crooked trees were left there, after all the work was done Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone No one left to tell them, if they're growing right or wrong But the whispering wind Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow, wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ... People say I'm different, and my way of life seems strange I took the road less travelled, twists and turns along the way But like the crooked tree, I'm growing stronger day by day As the clouds roll by A river never wonders, why it flows around the bend A mountain doesn't questions, how it grows up from the land So, who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am,Who am I Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow, wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree A crooked tree, won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow, wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree I'd rather be a crooked tree...
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