Oh oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair? Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself to a tree with roots You
Animals on TV singing About some pain that they once felt There's no one that I disapprove of More or root for more than myself I wanted to pretend that
am not unique, we are all leave on this great big tree This tree that is life, that is God, that is you, that is me And I lie under my tree like the Buddhas
honey dove Breaking the air with those sugarplum arches Queen born above Bearing down onto Not the fruit of you tree To the end of your root Flank embankment
boots with a boot tree And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot And they'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree From the green grocer tree
a great tree a small worm may grow That eats it with poison and tortures it's soul The worm can be killed yet the tree be not dead For from the roots
failure disappear I want the confidence that doesn't lean on cheers I wanna plant the golden seed beside a sparkling sea Workin' my way uphigh on a deeply rooted tree
Ain't about my pistol Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars Ain't about my big old
sound of children playing And the sound of people saying, I love you, yeah you A crooked tree stands naked near the center of the field Barely rooted
the truth there is Forgotten in a lie We are branches on the tree of life. We can Only get together by touching with our leaves But we got the same roots
the key to destruction But you can't open my door Repentance, your indecision I hesitate no more Tradition is the root of all evil So now I water the tree
tomatoes by the light of the moon Or is that too country for you? Is you're idea of kicking back Six pack on the tailgate by the tree? Kettle full of
she grew like the blossming oak tree a fountain of magic spells her mind was of sunshowered beauty we once knew so well her roots understanding of earth
Well, I fell down from the tree of life Hit the branches on the way Yeah, way down to the root Found what's been bothering me And I'll tell you If you
eyes. Never again to kiss good night and the sun starting to rise. (Chorus) Never again to lie so still you can hear the roots of the trees. Never
poor boy can trust [ steel ] So come all you lovers and listen to me Don't place your affection on a green willow tree The leaves will all wither the roots
's good to see the happiness far You're the grass, you're the trees You're the thing that makes the wind You're the roots of the sky You're an island
telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town With little tin horns and little toy drums Root
