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