Em                     D                    Am                    Em
In the sticks down an old dirt road near a small Kentucky town
         D                Am     Em
When his daddy would come home
              D                 Am             Em
Out past the old red barn in a sycamore tree
      D                       C     Am
It Is where little Zach would go
                             D      Am
And high above the guilt and pain
                           C   D
The only place that he was safe

            G          D                  Am          C
Was high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
            G                D          Am   C
You could hear a small voice in the wind
               G        D      Am           C
Sayin', "Please don't let him do that to me"
         G      D       Am   C
Prayin' to be born again
             Em       D    Am    Em
In the sycamore tree

                   D                     Am                     Em
Time went on as it always does, and his daddy's time had come
        D             Am        Em
How he felt was hard to say
          D               Am                      Em
He often wondered how he'd ever make it through
             D              C      Am
But as they buried him that day
                       D         Am
He realized it's not my fault
                           C    D
And as the leaves began to fall

             G          D                   Am          C
From high above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree
            G               D        Am   C
You could hear forgiveness in the wind
          G                D          Am                       C
Singin' out, "Find the truth and the truth will set you free"
            G        D              Am    C
Broken chains and a heart on the mend
                Em      D    Am
'Neath the sycamore tree, oh

Em D C Am

                          D         Am
And like an answer to his praying
                  C      D
As he watched his child playing
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High above in the strong arms of the sycamore tree

You could hear a small voice in the wind

Sayin', "Please Daddy won't you come and play with me"

In the sycamore tree
               G    D   Am  C
The sycamore tree

 G    D   Am  C Repeat till end...end on Em
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness