Lyrics:
every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin' robin,
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that
songs with their friends
And I wish I was with them again
And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
leaned my back up against some young oak,
Thinking he was a trusty tree,
But first he bended and then he broke,
And thus did my false love to me.
I
the straight and narrow way
For what few coins the congregation could afford
Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak
And I remember how
ask forever love me now
This love of mine had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak now I'm a willow
Now I can bend
And though I never in my life
Of something so real
Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
You see an old man and a boy
They're setting sails,
to go unheard
A mare of wood
Elder, elm and oak
Liar, will keep you fair
If you jest me, no joke
Fire of my love
Will burn thee
To a wizened word
For
while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak
Don't use no green
moss hangin' from a live oak tree.
Mississippi,
Save a place for me;
I'll be comin' home again [comin' home again],
Mississippi, until then [until
In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
been a hundred and ten
Under the oaks I was telling some jokes
And thinkin' I had it made
Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some Coke
And coolin' off in
green that fills these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
Foster, don't you know you're bound to die
First time I went courting, pretty brave of me
Just to sing from her old oak tree
Hang your mama with kindness
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
born
But as I sit here today
Many mile's I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw
Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss
in the old oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where
leaned my back up against some young oak,
Thinking he was a trusty tree,
But first he bended and then he broke,
And thus did my false love to me.
I
must have been a hundred and ten.
Under the oaks I was telling some jokes
And thinkin' I had it made-
Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some Coke
Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion;
Lips have I to kiss thee too, in friendly persuasion.
Thee is mine, though I don't know many words
many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma
on time
He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can watch
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
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