Tom: Em
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
