Sycamore Smith - The Figmoron Tree

      THE FIGMORON TREE
by Sycamore Smith

[Intro]
G Am Em x2


[Verse 1]
Em                     Am
My dad once bought a Figmoron Tree
   Em                D
He planted it and he grew it
  Em                     C
I chopped it down with a cherry-handled axe
      G           Am           Em
And I told my old man I didn't do it

Em               Am
After he died, I planted another
          Em                       D
Where the earth and his bones were mingled
         Em                  C
I cannot tell you how long I let that one stand
           G           Am             Em
But if you look at the stump then the rings will


[Chorus]
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G        Am            Em
Figmoron Trees give no shade
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G           C            Em
Sipping on a hot lemonade


[Verse 2]
Em                          Am
You better not wait for the wind to knock it down
       Em                D
So you can cut it up and cord it
Em                        C
Whichever way the wind is blowing from
      G       Am        Em
The Figmoron Tree bends toward it

Em                        Am
In October its leaves all turn pitch back
         Em                        D
And they float away up through the clouds
           Em                      C
Where they gather and stick like a thick swarm of bats
           G         Am          Em
Until they fall in a heap to the ground


[Chorus]
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G        Am            Em
Figmoron Trees give no shade
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G           C            Em
Sipping on a hot lemonade


[Verse 3]
Em                      Am
It was 19 hundred-ought-zero-oh-nine
Em                   D
Flanagan went on his shooting spree
         Em                     C
The next day I went out with my pliers and knife
           G  Am             Em
And pulled 91 slugs from the Figmoron Tree

Em                       Am
I had just busted out of jail when I heard
          Em                    D
The sound brakes make when they screech--
   Em         Em              C      C
My dear, late wife wrapped my yellow truck
           G            Am   Em
Around the trunk of the old Figmoron Tree


[Chorus]
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G        Am            Em
Figmoron Trees give no shade
C       G      D   G           D        C
Sitting in the sun beneath the Figmoron Tree
G           C            Em
Sipping on a hot lemonade