Chords for Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway - Crooked Tree

_ _ _ _ _ [Abm] Well, I wrote this song when I was _ reading, I read a Tom Waits quote where he was talking about how the crooked trees are always the ones last standing in the [Gb] forest after [G] the other trees get cut down because the crooked trees are the ones who don't fit into the machine.
And I kind of was resonating with that.
I feel like I haven't always fit in.
Maybe some of you feel like crooked trees as [N] well.
For me, when I was a kid, I lost all my hair to a condition called alopecia areata.
And I heard _ _ that there was a head shave going on after this set.
So I kind of wanted to take off my wig in solidarity [D] with everyone shaving [Gb] their heads today. _ _ _ _
Plus, _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ it's just really hot up here.
So. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] Thank you.
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_ _ _ [N] _ So this is for all the crooked [B] trees. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight.
[Abm] Crimson bark and emerald needles growing day by [B] day.
And though they look so different, they enjoyed the rain the same side by side.
_ _ _ _ _ A chickadee told them of a darkness on the land.
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Spinning blades that came to visit carried by a man.
[E] And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand [B] by and by. _ _ _ _
Oh, [Abm] can't you see?
A [E] crooked [B] tree won't fit into the mail [Gb] machine.
They're left [Abm] in row one _ three.
[B] No, I'd rather be a crooked tree. _ _
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Perfect trees are driven down the mountain to the [Abm] mill.
Turned them into toothpicks and a twenty dollar bill.
[E] Seem the more the people took, [B] the more they needed still in the end. _ _ _
_ Crooked trees are left there after all the work is done.
[Abm] Now we go for weeks, never witness anyone.
[E] No one left to tell them [Ab] if it's grown right or wrong.
[B] _ _ Oh, _ _ _ [Abm] can't you see?
A crooked [E] tree _ [B] won't fit into the mail [Gb] machine.
They're [Abm] left in row _ one _ _
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People say I'm different and my way of life seems [Abm] strange.
I took the road less traveled, twist and turns along the way.
[E] Like the crooked tree, [Bm] I'm growing stronger day by day as the [B] clouds roll by. _ _ _
A river never wonders why it flows around the bend.
[Abm] A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the [B] land.
So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am?
Who am I?
Oh, [Abm] can't you see?
[E] A crooked _ _ [B] _ _ _
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ tree _ [B] won't fit into [Gb] the mail machine.
They're left [Abm] in row one [E] and three.
[B] No, I'd rather be a crooked tree.
_ I'd rather be a crooked Jew. _ _ _ _ _
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