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There’s an oak tree,
on the western plain.
That calls for me,
it knows my name.

I don’t where,
I’ll be buried.
But won’t you come,
and see me.

Guess I shook hands,
with the devil.
Oh sweet Jesus,
won’t you heal me.

Chorus
I guess some of life’s lessons,
are too late to learn from.
So don’t do, the things I’ve done.
And whatever you do, don’t forget the oak tree.
And whatever you do, don’t forget the oak tree.

Please tell my boy,
to look on the shelf.
And he will see,
a gift from me.

In that box,
is my life’s work,
and a gun,
I hope you never use.

And when he’s older,
tell him the story,
and take him to see,
of the oak tree.

Chorus

Your name and mine,
carved on its bark.
Our legacy,
for all to see.

Don’t forget the day,
and all the lace,
when we made love,
under the oak tree.

Now I must pay,
for mistakes made
This final letter,
I do write you.

My Father beckons.
They’ve hung the rope,
soon I’ll be hangin’,
from the oak tree.

Chorus
Short bluesy instrumental to chords of chorus

There’s an oak tree,
on the western plain.
That calls for me,
it knows my name.