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Capo: 4 Tuning: E A D G B E
ATTENTION 2: All chords for 4 beats except the D in the chorus, which is 1 beat [Intro] | G | G | [Verse 1]
GTwo trees in the forest, one was Gcrooked, one was straight. EmCrimson bark and emerald needles, Emgrowing day by day. And Cthough they looked so different, they enCjoyed the rain the same, side by G side. G
[Verse 2]
GChickadee had told them of a Gdarkness on the land. EmSpinning blades that came to visit, Emcarried by a man. And Cevery other tree would see them Ccut down where they stand, by G and by. G
[Chorus]
Oh, can't you Emsee, a crooked Ctree won't Gfit into the mill maDchine. They're left to Emgrow, wild and C free. Oh, I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree.
[Break] | G | G | | Em | Em | | C | C | | G D | G | [Verse 3]
The Gperfect trees were driven down the Gmountain to the mill. They Emturned them into toothpicks and Emtwenty dollar bills. It Cseem the more that people took, the Cmore they needed still, in G the end. G
[Verse 4]
The Gcrooked trees were left there, after Gall the work was done. EmNow they go for weeks and never Emwitness anyone. CNo one left to tell them, if they're Cgrowing right or wrong, but the whispeGring wind. G
[Chorus]
Oh, can't you Emsee, a crooked Ctree won't Gfit into the mill maDchine. They're left to Emgrow, wild and C free. Oh, I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree.
[Break] | G | G | | Em | Em | | C | C | | G D | G | [Verse 5]
GPeople say I'm different, and my Gway of life seems strange. I Emtook the road less travelled, twists and Emturns along the way. But Clike the crooked tree, I'm growing Cstronger day by day as the clouds Groll by. G
[Verse 6]
A Griver never wonders, why it Gflows around the bend. A Emmountain doesn't question, how it Emgrows up from the land. So, Cwho am I to wish I wasn't Cjust the way I am, who am GI.
[Chorus]
Oh, can't you Emsee, a crooked Ctree won't Gfit into the mill maDchine. They're left to Emgrow, wild and C free. Oh, I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree.
[Outro]
A Ccrooked tree won't Gfit into the mill maDchine. They're left to Emgrow, wild and C free. Oh, I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree. I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree... I'd Grather be a Dcrooked Gtree...
[Outro solo repeat, retard last verse] | G | G | | Em | Em | | C | C | | G D | G |