Crooked Tree - Molly Tuttle/Golden Highway

作词：Melody Walker/Molly Tuttle

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