Chords for The Steeldrivers - Sticks That Made Thunder

I was on my way [C#] home one afternoon, it was [F#] kind of early in the fall and the [E] trees were just starting to change color.
I passed [F#] this great big oak tree, beautiful tree, and the leaves were gold and red and really pretty.
I drove by it every day, but I just kind of looked at it and thought, if that tree [B] could talk, what a story it could tell.
It's right around where the Battle of Nashville was.
_ Anyway, that night Chris came over to write a song.
_ [E] As he walked in the door, the first words out of his mouth, he said,
You're going to think I'm [B] crazy, but I've been wanting to write a song about a tree.
[G#] So that's what [B] we did, and we thought if a tree was to try to make [A] sense of something [B] that _ says _ war, what would it say?
_ So this is called, [C] Slicks That Made Thunder. _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ My _ [Bm] roots were deeper than the bones of the others, [F#m] my colors, they changed when I was alive.
_ _ [Bm] My winters were higher than anything on the hillside, [F#m] the day that I [E] watched them [F#m] all die.
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_ _ _ _ [Bm] Some were the color of the sky in the winter, _ [F#m] some were as blue as the night.
_ _ [Bm] They came like a storm with the light of the morn, [F#m] and they filled through [E] the whole day [F#m] and _ night.
_ _ [A] The rest were like the [E] days in the sky [F#m] as I watched them come over [D] the hill.
_ _ [A] _ Then came my wonder, [E] _ slicks that made thunder, [F#m] such a great number _ [D] they still.
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_ [Bm] Well I came again, there was death on the wind, as [F#m] the blizzards made way for the worms. _
[Bm] The little white tree, don't stand near the tree, for [F#] the ones that [Em] will never [F#m] _ return. _ _
_ [A] The rest were like the [E] days in the sky [F#m] as I watched them come [D] over the hill. _
_ _ [A] Then came my wonder, _ [E] slicks that made thunder, [F#m] such a great number _ [D] they still.
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_ _ [Bm] Those that have fallen, will come when I call them, [F#m] they answer if they can. _ _
_ [Bm] But all they can see is what they used to be, [F#m] and that's all [E] that they _ [F#m] _ [C#] understand. _
_ _ [A] The colors grew higher, [B] they came to the sky as [F#m] I watched them come over [D] the hill.
Then _ [A] _ came my wonder, [E] slicks that [A] made thunder, [F#m] such a great number [D] they _ still.
_ [A] _ The rest were like the [E] days in the sky as [F#m] I watched them come _ [D] over the hill.
_ _ [A] Then came my wonder, [E] slicks that made thunder, [C#m] such a great [D] number they still. _
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