Crooked Tree
Molly Tuttle"Crooked Tree" is a song by Molly Tuttle, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:18 long and contains 58 lines and 327 words.
0:04Two trees in the forest
0:06One was crooked one was straight
0:09Crimson bark and emerald needles
0:11Growing day by day
0:13And though they looked so different
0:15They enjoyed the rain the same
0:17Side by side
0:22A chickadee had told them
0:24Of a darkness on the land
0:26Spinning blades that came to visit
0:29Carried by a man
0:31And every other tree would see them
0:33Cut down where they stand
0:35By and by
0:39Oh can't you see
0:41A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
0:47They're left to grow wild and free
0:52Oh I'd rather be a crooked tree
1:12The perfect trees were driven
1:13Down the mountain to the mill
1:16They turned them into toothpicks
1:18And twenty dollar bills
1:20It seemed the more the people took
1:22The more they needed still
1:24In the end
1:28The crooked trees were left there
1:30After all the work was done
1:33Now they go for weeks
1:34And never witness anyone
1:37No one left to tell them if they're
1:39Growing right or wrong
1:40But the whispering wind
1:44Oh can't you see
1:47A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
1:52They're left to grow wild and free
1:57I'd rather be a crooked tree
2:17People say I'm different
2:19My way of life seems strange
2:21I took the road less traveled
2:23Twists and turns along the way
2:26But like the crooked tree
2:28I'm growing stronger day by day
2:30As the clouds roll by
2:34A river never wonders
2:36Why it flows around the bend
2:39A mountain doesn't question
2:40How it rose up from the land
2:43So who am I to wish
2:44I wasn't just the way I am
2:47Who am I
2:49Oh can't you see
2:51A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
2:56They're left to grow wild and free
3:01Oh I'd rather be a crooked tree
3:04A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
3:10They're left to grow wild and free
3:14I'd rather be a crooked tree
3:18Oh I'd rather be a crooked tree
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 A 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 seemed the more the 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 I'd rather be a crooked tree People say I'm different My way of life seems strange I took the road less traveled 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 question How it rose 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 I'd rather be a crooked tree Oh I'd rather be a crooked tree
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