Sycamore Tree

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In the sticks down an old dirt 
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road near a small Kentucky town
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When his daddy would come home
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Out past the old red barn in a 
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sycamore tree
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It Is where little Zach would go
  Am

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And high above the guilt and pain
 Am

                           C   D
The only place that he was safe

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

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Time went on as it always does, and
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 his daddy's time had come
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How he felt was hard to say
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He often wondered how he'd ever 
                Em
make it through
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But as they buried him that day
Am

                       D         Am
He realized it's not my fault
                           C    D
And as the leaves began to fall

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

Em D C Am

                          D        
And like an answer to his praying
 Am

                  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

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Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness, forgiveness