Oak Tree
By Bennett Konesni
3/17/2008
Under an oak tree she was born
A sharecropper's daughter on a sunday morn
A couple of oak leaves did she save
and carried them with her to her grave
Working the Cotton all day long
with the sharecropper's daughter singing songs
we met at fourteen in the fields
'mazed at the hand that fate does deal
up in the mountains all alone
I built a house, she made a home
and all of the food a brood could eat
and two woolen stockings for my feet
a gaggle of geese out in the yard
a couple of mules working hard
a couple of children need a meal
a couple of rocks out in my field
fifty four years working side by side
myself, my kids, and my loving bride
almost a century on my skin
my how these years slide out, glide in
there is an oak tree by my door
same kind of wood that made my floor
same kind of leaf that she did save
same kind of tree that's by her grave
key of C - played out of G capo 5)
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